Job For A Cowboy

The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis,
Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own doing
As their limbs smolder and ignite their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure.
Self-execution comes with victory, self-mutilation comes with utter success.
Their perception flickers with the glowing and ignited landscape as they gaze toward the once populated soil.
The nation’s flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies, fraudulent celebration of integrity.