Sing the crows...

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

Sing, the crows
To the makers of war,
For they shall dine tonight.

Praise from the fly
To those who war,
For they shall feed her young.

Hallelujah from roses
To the bone and the blood
That feed the blooms
In dark refrain.

Glory to Gods
Who tell their young
That to die for them is good.
To die in war
For them and theirs
To nourish
Hate and fauna.

Damned, be the peacemakers
One and all
Who try and steal the glory
Of what’s been taught by those
Who steal
What souls that feed the worms.