Graveyard Art Poem by Madrason .

They put their knives in a grape
while a survivor watches
he tells about mass rape
as if it doesn't touch us
we need misery
we keep killing
all those against
a moments joy
we deploy willingly
our children into war
boys and girls
it doesn't matter anymore
he is repeating this all
a black tall strong bloke
as if it's all a prank
just a capsuled joke
he is in dope or on coke
his eyes are filled
with red curtains
to hide the pains
and the embossed shame
as if nothing happened
a tourist talk
he walks back like he
never was there
with only anger
and disillusion
written in soil
and touched by
-confusion-
the mighty tree trunk
sinks and drinks
from history
and with it's autumn leaves
the land grieves
telling us all
about it's woes
while the elephants'
crie intense
with sensitive toes.