Peregrine Vulture
Death lurks with laughing, flashing eyes
and fusty-fetid forlorn sighs;
Salacious beast in sheol's mask-
gravedigger digging at his task.
Peregrine Vulture, viscid sweet,
devouring Western culture neat.
And lipid leavings steam the streey-
while proud piped pipers play the beat.
Most Western cultures waft and wane,
rejecting poverty's canard.
Spawn from alien earthen plane;
naive nouvea it's own petard.
eternal songs of freedom ring;
neo-cons kneel to 'just their drum,
hearing only neo-cons sing
and humming their own hubis hum.
Contentious inattention made
turbulent with temerity,
a price that Western cultures paid
that adds to world hostility.
Scorn has stained sweet liberty's dreams,
and pompous prophet neo-cons,
with sick and secret silent schemes,
break their bread with bludgeoning bombs.
Death still lurking-lusting in wait,
great defender of no culture,
feigning fates felicity great-
feed fast and proud Peregrine Vulture.
poem by Sara Stowell
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