Food basket

Michael Linus McPatrick
@mcpatrickmichaellinus764371
4 days ago

Food basket,
Stained!
Soaked!
Not
With rain,
With tears and blood
We're no longer,
Sowers and reapers
But embalmers and undertakers.
Our farms,
Filled with body bags
Our routine,
Laying us to rest!
Our fields, now sepulchres
We're daily interred

Our abode,
Funeral parlours
We wail without end
Our lads,
No longer indulge,
In their prime, all corpses
Ferry in caskets
Our veterans,
Not spared!
Hunted and slaughtered
Their wisdom, buried

Our land,
Full of mourners.
All days,
Carnage and bloodbath
Spillage of blood.
Funeral a routine
Mass interment, steady
On the menu
Survivors,
All walking corpses.
Mere counting days
Waiting turns!
The undertakers, all set
To ferry them home early

Food basket,
Now empty!
Aliens rule the roost,
Marauders on the prowl
Slaughtering and butchering
Shooting at sight.
Agenda,
Ethnic cleansing.
To wipe and grab
To occupy unrestrained
Leaving tears and blood
Relocating,
Us to the cemetery



By: McPATRICK Michael Linus
April, 2026

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