On barren fields

On barren fields

Heads are falling

Men with masks

That make them look

Like black ghosts

Are beheading humans

Without a thought or care

For the pain they wreck

How do young tender babies

Get turned towards this level of insanity

I see images of young boys rocking in Mosques

Reciting prayers

Like automatons

Where is the holding of the mother

Where has she gone

Beneath the earth

I hear the Dark Moon Goddess mourning

Screaming out her pain

At men and women who betrayed nature

And the feminine

On these killing fields where heads are slain

Blood runs red

But the head that needs to be cut off

Does not live on a neck

Its inside the heart of deep terror

That drives the maniacal

To such awesome

And horrific paths of destruction

Split irrevocably

By distorted ideologies

From a feeling living heart