Violence is a Hippie
Violence is a hippie.
She drives a blood-red
with peace stickers on the back.
Her hair is the color of wheat.
Her skin’s the color of the beach.
Why’d she choose this disguise?
Of course: to deceive.
Because nothing is as it seems
under chaos’ broad regime.
So be careful who you trust.
And be careful what they mean.
Rare to find a snare laid bare.
The discovery is commonly
a snap and a scream.