In the Aftermath

by

J. M. Hallett

After the armies have destroyed our city
After they've rumbled on through
Are we to hide in the ruins and watch
While next the militias descend upon us
Like buzzards... like jackals
To squabble over our food
To steal our treasures and rape our young
To contaminate our crops, our stores
Are we to hide then in the bushes along the trail
And slice the achiles tendons of the laggards
Marching by on their way to the next rubble heap
Leaving them helpless, to slowly perish
Naught but carrion for the wolves
Are we to make off with their canteens
Their knapsacks, their weapons...
To exist in the forests like feral dogs
No better perhaps then than they?

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