The Vultures Feast Poem by Adams King

The day slowly embraces the night
Dark became the cloud upon our head
The old wizards gathered together
To plot an evil scheme tonight

To steal meat from a pot
Yet to satisfy the whole home
And drink wine from a jar
Yet to quench the thirst of many
To bath in their sacrificial pool
Flowing with the blood of the innocents

Who stole the meat from the pot! ?
The questions on every man's tongue
For we know the owls rules the night
But yet the owls never existed here
For the goat that licked the soup
Washes his mouth before dawn wakes

To assume his borrowed shape
To paint a dark face with colors
And mould an owl into a dove
Behind every sheep is a wolf
Who practice vile and wicked things

When did thieves becomes the judges
Who gave bananas to the monkeys
Who made the tortoise run for we all
Who renamed Jezebel a holy virgin