It's a Dark Night In Georgia

IT IS A DARK NIGHT IN GEORGIA PASS WAR MACHINES BOMB WHAT WAS ONCE A BLADE OF NEW-BLOOM GRASS SUCH LITTLE THINGS NO LONGER MATTER MUCH TO SOME A CHILD WITH A GRENADE CAN NO LONGER MAKE ME NUMB ALL THE POUNDING AND GUN POWDER ARE VISIBLE IN THE DAY LIGHT JUST A LONELY AMERICAN REPORTING WHAT IS AND MAY MY EYES PEER THROUGH AN EMPTY ZOO,DEAD ALL AROUND THE JESTERS MAKE A MOST JOYISH SOUND AS THE CATTLE AMIDST DECAY EVERY GENE THAT WAS FIRST BORN IS NO MORE THAN A LONE WILTED THORN LIKE THE TITLE AND FIRST LINE OF MY POEM IS: A DARK NIGHT IN GEORGIA THROUGH