The Big New Death

The big new death stalks over the print run,
Gather speed as we start to take heed.
It digs clucking beaks in our eyes and ears,
Doesn't sneeze as each of us freeze.

The big new death set of all our alarm bells
In the wards and amongst our hordes.
Beady eyes seem to mock us from history.
A cataclysm of rural schism.

The big new death pecks away at all reason.
We oughta sanction the slaughter.
Tens of millions it's assured it will butcher,
On wings less effective than Kings.

The big new death tasted good as my dinner.
With rice, it was ever so nice.
Tens of millions I'm certain we'll butcher
Because nature I assure you we hate'ya!