Chaos comes easier to those who plan.....

All of the sky so blackened this morning,
Aerial villains flying higher in the air,
Buildings now topple into dust and mortar,
Human remains line the streets we declare.

Boots resounding with precision and purpose,
Forward motion with blank faces they stare,
Marching orders from the devil's own trumpet,
Time for the killing is the time we despair.

Metal on metal shone bright from the sun,
Sun now comes slowly in fear of them there,
Loudest of sounds now disturbing the morning,
Black-eyed the killers smile wild and still stare.

Animals screaming at the crows now rushing,
Bodies now dancing a macabre dance we stare,
Blood now so flowing and so running so deeply,
On ground and in rivers it flows everywhere.

Nowhere there's hiding or safety or acceptance,
Like thieves in the night now the murderers are here,
Taking the people who are the weakest among them,
Reaping a horror once more where there was peace.

Once the killing reaches an epic and grand number,
In struts the screamers to propagandize their peace,
Promising things even God might be so challenged,
To bring into fruition for the conquered to see.

Beware of those who have eyes that are blackened.....