The Sacred Tree

The Sacred Tree

Monstrous tyrant trapped in lair,
Vultures scent the reek of blood.
Grinning faces crossing over,
Hack writers gloat and swear.

The philosophy of peace is put on hold.
Compassion can wait for better times.
Let us rejoice now and drink and feast.
Let us cheer and reward the bold.

Will there be place for races to meet?
Who cares now that the deed is done,
When we unite under single flag,
And the ground trembles ‘neath our feet.

While blasting bombs crash all day,
The Sacred Tree sheds its leaves,
Racked by the pain of those beneath,
It ends its days in dark dismay.