A tornado ate six children
Before it's hunger was abated.
A blizzard killed another six
Before it too was sated.
Six more dead,
Stoned and bled,
As a sexual minority,
By those who shed
Their skins in bed
And claim superiority.

Earthquakes, volcanoes and hurricanes
Claim a thousand more,
Drinking blood of innocents
These vampiritic whores.

Who sends these demons like a plague
To bring us grief and strife?
Just look at the reflection
In your shiny pocket knife.