A horrid mockery of
wretched assertiveness
Subdued beneath a lumpy
green canopy.
A canopy thick enough to mufle the
bloodied
cries of fallen patriots;
Lured innocents.
Unacquainted still with the craftiness of
death
the seductiveness of gutting out the warm
flesh,
Hearing the sweet screams of your
enemies,
Smelling the thick blood...
Their spleens still pumping the vain bile
of insurrection