The Easter Bunny came hopping,
Bringing his delightful corruption.
Of drugged candies and malicious toys,
Luring children into misrepresentation.

Armed men play an Easter hunt,
A trail of empty shells on their back.
Not of poultry eggs but deadly bullets,
As they enter forsaken cities to sack.

The Sunday of renewal has come,
But useless over the forest of stones.
Where hopeless and mournful souls,
Sat over thousands of crumbling bones.