I died last night
in a field of snowdrop flowers.
Laughing hyenas tore my heart apart…

Blood drops fell one by one
screeching along their canine strong teeth.
My blood…
On an immaculate, empty field.

The moon was indifferent yesterday
but offered me shelter for a while…
“Take it or leave it…”

I was bleeding to death
and they were laughing at me.
I didn’t have time to mourn my parents’ passing
when they slit open my aorta…
The Laughing Hyenas… grooming their future little killers.

They performed lobotomy on my kid
and made him a follower
as the sun started rising…
as the last red drops sunk in the thirsty loving cracks of Humanity.
And they were gone for the next victim…

The sun raised again as suns usually do,
On an empty field …
warming hopes once again
in a field of unforgettable bloody cruelty.

Hundreds of Girl Scouts signed a petition
In need of a red flower garden
Instead of the “killing fields”.
It was denied and signed by …
The Laughing Hyenas.