Excuse Me While I Puke

I hear screams of virgins looking at

Their innocence being tortured.

I see flowers hiding in the shadow

covering their eyes with shame.

I smell the putrid odors, fuming from the

stench of bush meat eating scavengers.

Forcing intimacy on cherubs and angels.

I see abused women and children,

giving up and dying

because no one is looking for them.

I saw the 1st lady of indifference

at the mall, caressing a

Gucci collar for her little poodle dog.

I heard that birds still singing,

and flowers still were budding

Right now, cannot enjoy

their contrite delight.

My eyes are filled with blood.

Is there anymore;

Bizarreness to ignore as I puke.?