Bedlam War Satire
BEDLAM WAR SATIRE
Spring here in all her glory.
Bedlams in a field with mummy munching grass,
fresh green shots in small bellies. What is this?
One bedlam has blood round her mouth.
Been eating severed fingers of dead soldiers, still fresh.
Not the bedlam’s fault that war came
to their field killing daddy bedlam stone dead.
Maybe this finger pulled the trigger
on the gun that killed him.
Stupid soldiers, all dead.
Best to be a life bedlam.
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