True Paradise Of...Murder! (Dark Soil) Poem by Shaun Cronick

You're garden blossoms well my dear,
Of that I'll never clarion any debate.
From evil, goodness now so displays,
From hidden legions of concealed hate.

Your pear trees all now so sturdy,
Forever so sated with their many fruits.
And your vast apple tree orchard,
Feeding from dark souls among it roots.

Lets not forget your lovely flowers,
See how blood red your poppies grow.
Crimson fields concealing the guilty,
Who deservedly rot deep down below.

True Paradise entombed with secrets,
Watered with tears of all the Damned.
From every rapist you've murdered,
Who now lie buried beneath this land.