5 minute poem

Stalking, violent, darkness, despair

floating, flying across the air

wicked men whip the lash

as innocence fades into the past

 

Blood stained roads and marble floors

monuments built on war

Bleached white bones line the stairs

yet two by two we follow in pairs

 

Death becomes those that follow

without care, without sorrow

fetch your friends and feed them to the grinder.

let’s make these skyscrapers higher.

 

Tear filled valley’s reflect a past

when choice and freedom were vast

forsake what’s given

change the game!

 

Challenge those who are to blame.

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