Haiku Highway to Hell

Troubled times run deep,
Precarious ships perched on
Waves of violence.

Spirit wars kill souls;
The pure heart mocked and hunted;
Witness signs of hell.

Lying rage disease;
Viral bullets piercing skin;
War machine glory.

Barbarian rule;
Tortured minds running amok;
God’s word perverted.

Guns prod unwilling;
Machete men wanting more;
Die now, die later.

Illusion breeds fire;
Stringing up the innocent;
Criminal crowned king.

Cruel beat pounds faster;
Billions bent in slaving toil;
Their god has no eyes.

Talking zombies stare;
As pain dies, so does the dream;
Preach love is the way.

Oasis poisoned;
Deserts devour watered lands;
The last flower dies.

Branches of love cry,
“What is the point of living?”
Pruning hour draws nigh.

Flower Power wins;
Swords and soldiers nevermore;
Dead Men Walking die.