Under the Sun

Under the sun beaks of death points at living things that roam the universe none with armor Under the sun there is no inoculation great armies go to war to search for death none with armor cowardly, proud, wise nations are victims in same way helplessly they shout and kick dust in faces none with armor those that puff as Puff udder shouting “no surrender, no retreat” prepares for its great harvest the moment the bell tolls none with armor Those that puff as Puff Udder the ones that holier than holiness have no armor against death in this place under the Sun