The Killers

They came

The Killers

Mowing the peaceful people

Down

Chopping them to bits

Shredding them

Spitting the chunks out, strewn

Across the ground

To stay there

And

Rot

The others were forced to stand

Rooted, motionless

And watch the destruction

Without being able to

Bend, even

And shield the young ones

From the barbarity.

They had to watch,

As their brothers

Sisters

Mothers, fathers

Friends

Were murdered.

So much for "civilized."

Deforestation –

October, 2007