Keres
The Keres were tired.
They'd put in too much work
The past century.
Every second of every day
Was filled with painful,
Horrid death.
They blame the mortals
Who can't stop for just a minute
To see how
Selfish
They are.
They care more about
Money and Wealth,
Fame and Fortune,
Than the people outside who
Struggle just to live.
They don't care if the drop
Bombs on villages or
Gas thousands,
They don't want to give the Keres a break.
Maybe they need a visit.
Maybe the Keres should just
Stop by and take them away
In the most violent and
Bloody way possible.
But they can't.
The powerful are untouchable.
But the weak,
The weak are free for picking.