A flock of vultures
have blackened the sky.
Awaiting to feed on the carcass—
the spoils of war.
Brother killing brother,
the vultures watch while they fly.
The smell of chaos fills the air.
As the sound of ferocity
shatters all sanity;
a heinous act, no one can deny.
The vultures watch from above,
biding their time.
Awaiting an opportunity to shove
their dreadful beaks on the slime,
bones and rotten flesh of what was
once a man.