Dragons of Death breathe fire once again
The Lancelets of Pain build,
Rage streaks like lightning
Rippling the Air of human speech.
The vision of body parts strewn
Pass before the Eyes tired,
Worn by too common sight;
The Professional walks the ground,
Studying the broken effects
Of a Nation reeling again;
Their Youngest dying horrible.
Combat Veteran needs not description,
Witnessing before and before;
While only Evil delights.