BEDLAM WAR SATIRE
Spring here
in all her glory.
Bedlams in a field with mummy munching grass,
fresh green shots in small bellies. What is this?
One bedlam has blood round her mouth.
Bedlams in a field with mummy munching grass,
fresh green shots in small bellies. What is this?
One bedlam has blood round her mouth.
Been eating
severed fingers of dead soldiers, still fresh.
Not the bedlam’s fault that war came
Not the bedlam’s fault that war came
to their
field killing daddy bedlam stone dead.
Maybe this
finger pulled the trigger
on the gun
that killed him.
Stupid
soldiers, all dead.
Best to be a
life bedlam.
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