Stupidity (What a state)

First you poked the baby bear, Taking away a number of it's ancient limbs. This awoke the three mighty lions and a number of it's powerful friends. If you had only stopped your line of destruction, Your want for death, Your hate filled delusions, You could have discussed peace, With the rest of the forest, At least one day you may have anyway. But by choosing to attack the rooster, The alarm has been sounded, You will shortly be surrounded, By the lions, The rooster, The two eagles and so much more. It seems your want for self destruction, Has taken control, And war sprouting war, Will bring forth the meeting with the creator, That you clearly long for. What a shame you felt it right to add, To a calender already bursting with sadness, Heartache, anger and pain. A future built on this one act, Will now have to do the same.