Those mournful eyes

From whence it came no one could tell,
was this evil straight from hell?
from over the sea? borne on the air?
nobody knew, and will wonder for e'er.
It came to the meadow, this foe unseen
and found a home in the grass so green,
it moved around by things that crawl,
things that had wings-and no wings at all.
then one dark day it found it's prey-
cows in the meadow munching their hay-
-sheep and lambs were sought out to,
this villainous pest no barriers knew.
farmers as one were aghast and pale,
and to the vet they told their tale,
he looked upon in dark dismay,
he knew the beasts had, had their day.
all must die! yes, kill them all!
and one by one they all did fall,
burned in pyres, what a terrible sight!
legs all askew in those flames so bright,
the black smoke hung like a cloud of death,
and across the country prayers were saith.
sheep were entombed in graves so great,
and the farmer had to bear the weight.
The men in white were here to stay,
'till all the beasts on the fields did lay.
five million slaughtered, how can it be?
they had no choice, they could not flee.
But out of the ashes a phoenix arose, how he escaped God only
knows,
a hero was sought, and a hero was found,
and the world rejoiced, as off he did bound.
but the dying and burning will ne'er be forgot,
nor the bleats, or the sound of the dreadful gunshot.
The meadows are silent now, gone are the cries,
but, oh the sadness of those mournful eyes.