Scavengers Feast

A million shells like stones in sand
 The soil painted by severed hands
 Locusts breed in a child's skull
 A hallowed tank, rats in its hull
 Wars keep the vultures fed
 Friends and foes, all extinguished
 Mother Nature can't distinguish
 Between a killer and a priest
 Heroes are the victors butchers
 All their rapes and all their tortures
 Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot
 The human god mirrors the human brain
 Pray for power and material gain
 So the rich die old, and the poor die shot
 An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse
 Father time knows no remorse
 For rifts of west and east
 So the scavengers feast
 A martyred saint's but a jackal's meal
 And for all man's pride and religious zeal
 Both the church and the whorehouse burned
 The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive
 Hornets die a ribcage hive
 And the world, the world still turns
 When all mankind tastes the earth
 Mother Nauture will give birth
 To another king of beasts
 And still the scavengers feast