Give them a Bloody Show!

Give them a bloody show!
Shouts the pickpocket
from within the mob.

Selective ears receive,
Hasty lips deliver,
The vicious cycle continues.

Short and tragic is the riot,
Performed while God watched,
As the sky forgave by His tears.

A severed limb lies away,
Mixed with others of the lot,
Picked at by the black birds.

They too had watched,
Omens with eyes,
The silent critics.

The limb is never found
By a dead owner,
Who was found by their child.

She wept, the poor girl,
Looking on at the cold father
Who would only hold her in Heaven.

A laughter comes in an echo,
Flying with the scattered birds,
From but one man.

The pickpocket stands
away from the child,
With an open grin.

With the serpent for a tongue,
The lips did never move
as he whispered with black eyes.

Give them a bloody show,
As he faded with the remains of a crowd,
And a child wept in her brewing animus.