We Shan’t Perch

kill peace slyly
her music has just
far from dust
been really
soft so
and called for no
knell, bell, snell, cell, gel,
smell, yell, spell, girl, fell…
shot hunting change for all
but stood tall,
treating waste matter
she is a master
no mistress
would with mess
So she won’t look
nor utter a yelp at the fluke
blinking bs
on whom should be unlocked swarms of bees
to buzz change with e in their ears
and hoping one of their ears hears
not the soft music
but the pain with which all is sick
of them dreaming in silence we die
round the clock we shall tell them they lie
for we are birds from hunters flying
if power-tricksters think themselves hunters shooting without missing
we shan’t perch
as we for peace search.