Circle of Vultures

We saw the bodies float towards our shores
Bloated and missing body parts
Blue faces of drowned children
Women with faces deformed
From attacks of feasting beasts

In our hearts was no pity
For suffering of non-beings

We saw ice cover the families
In crowded small holes
Where they had found futile shelter
Hidden in ruins of once civilized lands

Circle of vultures in the sky
Equivalent of the star of Bethlehem
Leads us towards the site of worship
To find the old altars

This altar of sacrificial is not a shrine
One would look in awe
Many men look in shame and regret
But gods roar in thirst for more

All this human flesh slowly deformed
Decay that swallows this disease
In our hearts was no pity
For the suffering of non-beings

Where is the burial site of humanity?
For we have seen its star rise
In form of vultures circling the sky
In final mockery of man's decency