Of Wolves and Vultures

There was once a great big war,
Where many men fought and died,
Leaving a great many corpses and mourners,
The men who are left behind,
There are only two types of them left,
Wolves and vultures.

A great shortage of men,
Hits society like an oncoming truck,
Pushing what was once normal,
Out of the window faster than you can blink.
What a feast for wolves!

Imagine all the feasting done,
With leftovers enough to feed you for months,
All ripe for your picking.
The joy of living in the age of excess,
Is a vulture's dream paradise.

The war takes away too many things,
Both physical and emotionally,
Yet just like history,
War repeats itself,
Constantly producing wolves and vultures.