what we saw when they looked

pelleting slugs
growling like castrated canons,
ripping flesh and sinews
crippling walls, bonds and milieaux

dripping-
the wishes...
slipping- the drooping sanity
rippling- the lame excuses
for primevial ordeals

nibbling at the frail edges
of a nations integrity..

still the wailings resound

while the carnage abound

and justice is bound
'cause they heard nothing
saw nothing and cared less
for what they looked at
when we saw...