The Descrutioneer
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Bring me!
My rocket launcher
So that I can shoot this convoy
Down

Burn
And plunder
And kill
And wonder
Why
You will
And burn
And frown?

Bring me!
My machine gun
So I can shoot these peasants
Down

Shoot
And steal
And eat
Your meal
In greed
And wonder
Is it worth
Your mouth?

Bring me!
An endless anger
So that I can destory at will
All

That in
My path
Will meet
My wrath
And writhe
In pain
And scream
And crawl
And beg
For mercy

That I won't give
For I am death, yet I do live