How many days will it be
until we flee with our own children
to escape the fools of fire.
The day after yesterday
could see demons dropping on the tarmac
as the Raven caws out ‘fools of fantasy’.
As we reflect upon that yesterday,
making excuses for the savagery
the Raven caws from a broken tree.
Before the end
will we remain the same,
as the Raven mocks our foolishness?
There are no middle days
where we find compassion,
no friends for the Raven to behold.
Upon his broken tree, he sees in us,
no prophet in this thing of evil
to be lifted, nevermore.
I am just a bird, he caws,
no foolish fantasy in this.
I eat the carrion,
the decaying flesh on either side.
Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind – John F. Kennedy