Took about a 45 mins to do this, just came in my head, even though i was about to go to sleep, and so i CHURNED it out...erm...heh?!?!...but yeah, quite raw, but i'm happy with it...even though i might ammend it later if i believe it can be more well written...cos i only proof read it once...you know, the odd word changed or whatever...anyway....here it is...


Doom days beckon upon sunny hills
As the children play in bliss of innocence
Leaders stand tall with defiant words
Screams of joy to fall into fears' trap...

Dawn soon comes to smell of rotting..
Amidst the soothing sounds of streams
Whilst blooded sons go to die in vein
For green desire of the fat cats reign

"Why do they hide?" the sun slowly cries
As a fox is torn apart by dogs of prey*
Amid the dust of time that slowly settles
Howls of pain haunt these days of darkness

Rhetoric now breaks into hollow abyss
Which masses of sheep still devour in terror
While the knowing are thrown to societys curb
As irony grins at laughter of peasents n kings...


*Dunno if this happens in USA, or Canada...(well it does, but i'm not sure if it is well publicised or that wide spread)...but in UK, foxes, who are seen as pests, are hunted down for sport, and killed, usually by specially trained, bloody thirsty dogs who tear them apart....Pest control they call it.....and no, the piece aint about the issue of 'hunting foxes with dogs' as such...let's just say, like the first two paragraphs, 2nd lines, it brings a sense of 'normality' and 'everyday' like thing to it...erm....like subtle symbolism in a way....or something like that...(!)....