HARBINGER RED

Croaking sounds, Like birds held tight, in a fixed cage, Side by side no way to be. The sky no way to see. They'll be doomed, By self and the quarrelsome earth. Pressed, Surmounted by unseen voices. Spaceless goons, Aliens trekking the land Searching for the skeptical, The thoughtless beings, To devour and surpress, Like the crocodile in calm waters, unleashing the trademark death roll! They'll groan Upon mistakes they failed to see, When the sun hit straight on the head And their shoulders swelled in praise like the buffalo ready to mate. Red icy vultures, Zoom the land everyday But their curved minds No more hear or see! You, You oh my child Pen down, what you see For they will say you didn't say Or cry in agony, taunting you You didn't announce! Their will be signs, When the dawn turns red Because they have failed to awake. Jb, Uganda