Reality Check

If only men had a thought in their head
Above and beyond the stories they tell
About all the things that rise from the dead
On the bat wing flaps they issue in hell;
Doled like the buckets of bullets and bombs
Feeding the beast of perpetual war,
Surely issuing the grieving of moms
As the soundtrack of an entropic chore;
Counterproductive to the Nth degree,
As if creation were placed in reverse,
To spit in the eye of all who agree
That counter production defines what is worse...
The same way the fabled paradise snake
Would provide no hearts without any ache!