The Fall of the Feather - by Erik Smith
the white feathered bird
bearer of the peace flag
spreading love across the land
laying on the desert floor
stained with spilled blood
a million armored battillions
side by side and front to back
marching over fertile land
with programmed minds
killing everything they find
in front of them
thousands of cities
filled wi th millions
baking cookies
playing in thier yards
laughing at sitcoms
broken apart by propaganda
provided by big business
who has started all of this
so they could take over
unsuspecting civilians
only being civil
over the horizon
approaches certain death
marching proudly away
from hundreds of flattened landscapes
cities suburbs and forestry
smoking in a smouldering ruin
or overpowered by a fresh inferno
