Human Vultures Poem by PHIL WINTER

</>Human vultures parading this space
Death at their side,
Death in their stride.
Vultures here, vultures everywhere!
Their motto is to kill and kill again,
Their passion is to eat your flesh
And take your bones and cause you pain!
Vultures, vultures, everywhere!
Waiting to greet and destroy.
The blind, the deaf, the dumb
The good, the bad, they all succumb.
These human vultures
In friendship pretending
While it's your blood
The want to sup
To keep their death mills turning!
Vultures, vultures everywhere!
Not a day, not a night,
Not once in a year
Would these vultures rest to repair!
Oh that the time would come
When these vultures would be cut down!