Saturday Night Murder

Lost! Lost!
The children, They are dying!
but of this, what is the cost?
I can still hear them crying!

Torn to bits!
mutilated, torn to shreds!
peering into empty slits
That adorn their battered heads!

Blood, feathers..
Three little heaps!
Their wings, now untethered,
Three little babies sleep!

Blood curling howls,
I hear them as they cackle!
Their bloody, grinning scowls,
you thieving, murdering jackles!

You raving ,feral dog!
you wonder why I hate you?!
Why I slaughter you like hogs?
You'll pay for all you do.