The Wolf Who Cried Boy

A cautionary tale of the praise of ignorance a walk in the park down the avenues of denial Of how man first became the enemy of woman and she an enemy of him and how they bred themselves to dissolution and sent their lovers into battle to raise an army of murdered children upon the milk of wolves did suckle A cautionary tale indeed for this yarn was typed out on walls graffiti and scrubbed at insistently with holy pages till it read like an asylums script a daily parade of bickering madness that ate its way through every breakfast table until until the barking dogs of uncertainty were the only thoughts that rattled with surety all mad everyone crazy every spittle of opinion stammering its blade into that army that army of murdered children Their laughing indignant isolation with such applause finds their terrified agreement to make of all the enemy and the enemy is and the enemy breathes and the enemies of peace are believed So it was in fine tailored cloth how the flags of Gomorrah ate the poor Insurrection a distant battle cry lay its drooling mouth and bartered ignorance for the price of a human soulless so well entertained before rude awakening that nothing was gained and everything was lost and the blight of Sodom held freedom by the throat A cautionary tale indeed when the wolves send your lovers into battle and raise their army of murdered children