the lion the witch and the war drone
with a flash of his teeth the lion devours all peace
he smirks with a crease as blood drips from this beast
he cuts the lamb and prepares for the feast
if money was bread and oil wine
you could not stuff this spoiled swine
she walks this pale mile with a gap in her smile
you could not restyle an angel with the devil’s profile
you planted hate’s flower burnt down two towers
caused god to cower and inhaled all the power
you ripe flesh from bone
break sand from stone
rape the lord’s home
and allow death to rome
we can never escape...
the king’s war drone.
--Z.Silas herrera