Hawk 

by Aidan Aboud

True is true,

For you and me,

Hanging two,

In ecstasy,

Bloody harbors bloody’s best,

Nightly singing talons hide,

High into their saintly nests,

Where all but sin doth reside,

For having slain the nightly beast,

They return home to babes ary,

With nothing but the greatest feast,

For their babes, who doth not cry,

For blood gave blood to make them live,

Energy in purest form,

Parents having all to give,

Have given all to have them born.

Some make fuss over means and end,

And try to twist the open mind,

But else our bodies would have rend,

To forces who share the evil end,

In kind.