The Wolves by Mike Lee

wolves from the north

sleep with chickens

loose in the world

chickens smile at us

from every news feed

full of such misplaced confidence

front pages of death

flashing smiles

waiting for the wolves to strike

flashing teeth and blood

begin the death rattle

cannon fire of death rain

under a broken umbrella

broken country

once the generals protected us

even from fowls and fools

signing a pack of lies

amid laughter

death rattle

in kaki pants

smiling death

dark planes of death

under a red fag sky

even a chicken sees

wolves lie

colonel sanders breath




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