Landmines of opinion
kill me with kindness
Still, I'm blown away.
Postal workers know the score
Deliver death to your door
With postage due.
Yeah, I'm just a toasted monkey
In your zoo.

Fire rains from the sky
The cannibals prepare to dine
And I wonder who am I
to care?
It's a napalm jungle out there.

Stumbling from the darkness
I carry deep within,
incivility's
the order of the day.
Painted victims,
on the lawn, weeping acid rain,
hope to win some merit
in display.

As fire rains from the sky
and cannibals prepare to dine,
we wonder who we are
to care?
It's a napalm jungle out there

The riders of the apocalipse
rise like smoke from the abyss
The damned are feeding on dispair,
ashes, ashes, everywhere,
The wind is calling,
The sky is falling,
we all
fall
down.

Fire rains from the sky,
the canibals prepare to dine.
And we wonder who we are
to care.
It's a napalm jungle everywhere.

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This is lyric poetry, written as a song, although I've not yet put it to music.
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