Death Comes Calling
a little blood is a small price to pay”
Chicken Little of the modern age
“The sky is falling” the media rage
They follow him through the darkest wood
He knows they believe, or at least he should.
The fox, who the acorn threw
Opens a door and leads them through
But sends Chicken Little out the rest to warn
Bring them to his den before the dawn.
The wolves and the vultures and the carrion crows
Smell the blood where Chicken Little goes
Get fat on the freedom he preaches
No victims learn from the lessons his lie teaches.
Sources: Image - found on Google. Artist unknown.