Slaughter of the Christmas TreesA Poem by OmikronA poem from my "25 days until Christmas" collection, for a contest."Slaughter of the Christmas Trees" The crows are quiet, not a sound to be heard It's the slaughter of the christmas trees The wind blows quietly and carries the message: It's the slaughter of the christmas trees A forest decapitated, while the children sing I's the slaughter of the christmas trees It's the eve of the fallen, celebration of death It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Silent soldiers with arms tied to their spine It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Run for the next bargain, victims of your choice It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Add an ornament and let there be light It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Distract the guests from the corpse beneath the frill It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Let the cone-bearing wretch be to your pleasure It's the slaughter of the christmas trees Hang it up, chop it down, it's just a tree, throw it out It's the slaughter of the christmas trees
© 2017 OmikronAuthor's Note
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