Locusts

In the ether an ominous sound
An intemperate wave
Locusts engulfing the field
An insatiable plague
Emblazoned in emblems of navy and gray

Perched on the horizon
As they swallow the sun
Made bold with a canting eye
And the warmth of a gun
Gilded in armor of navy and gray

Malevolent storm
Ravenous swarm
Cold and pious they push from the sky
No contrition there as they circle the field

Stifling the sun with wicked hands
Everything undone with vicious plans

Hand of the shield
Suppressing the field
Hand of the shield
Smothering the field

Hand of the shield
Suppressing the field
Hand of the shield
Smothering the field