Like Wolves...

The sheep shed its wool.

The sheep shed
its wool.
Sharpening the teeth
of its flock,
the herded now the
hunters,
Lambs turned into Wolves.

"God's chosen" warmonger;
a jest's crusade--
ripping the throats
of thousands...
silencing cries from
pinned prey
while tearing
apart their trachea,
mangling their vocal folds,
chewing up and
spitting out
the young, 
the old.
They trace
blood trails of the innocent,
surrounding 
Like Wolves.

Families' ashes 
pile in classrooms;
bombs simmer like empty cicadas,
shells vacant and
hollow and
cold.

A child's screaming:
some fires linger
long after their explosion.
A girl's integumentary
system stolen from her,
her nerves cauterized--
a flame tears can't
extinguish.

There,
before the alter,
the dogs have built themselves
a fire: the sacrifice of a nation
hungry to devour.

"What's mine is yours;
what's yours is mine."
Claiming their justification
divine...
Bickering on borrowed land...
their solution a
Genocide.