Dark birds gather at my grave
Trying to unearth the remains of my defeat;
The hills bleed with disease,
No one will survive;
All the dreamless eyes
Are cold pools of cruelty
That plot brotherly demise,
And everyone collects
Battlefield coins
From the disrespected dead.
Ministers of the perverse
Pay allegiance to pornographic plans
To destroy innocence and decency,
Create a serfdom of the damned!
Even flowers innocently placed
In young girls’ hair,
Turn into razor blades
Slitting the wrists of love.
Human beings will become
Biblically desperate and vicious
Until there is nothing left
But rocks and stony crags
Too frightened to cover this species.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightmare-inner-vision/
