Howls of the innocent
Corpses sprawling and contorted on the bloody, muddy ground Old and minors succumbed on blood of their buddies and acquaintances Bleak winter winds accompanied by flurries emanating from nimbostratus clouds, Rips their hair and clothes, a sad day Maggots and bottle flies preys on the defenseless creature Cats meow for food, cat loaf next to their empty dry bowls Dogs sits and whimpers next to their owners pleading, begging them to wake up Horses squeals in terror and hunger in their barns Mountains and gorges echoes diminishing voices of abandoned bellowing babies, Who made a grotesque choir in the mutilated village, Sad howls of the innocent Flock of scavengers screeches with merriment, engulfed and fly above the indignant hamlet, In forage, realizing they will have plenty to feed on Murky…