06-23-2015, 02:07 AM
Somber silence is bombarded by screams of pain.
"How could it happen?" Really? Is it that time again?
Every night a new reason to hate
live streaming entertainment serving answers two seconds too late.
My eyes are sliced by someone else's pain.
The rage suffocating and surrounding pretenses of peace
serves to segregate brothers left crumbling in the crease
of systems which subjugate compromise into something for sell,
while politicians move toward the center of nothing creating new circles of hell.
My heart is pierced by bullets fired into peace.
"How could it happen?" Really? Is it that time again?
Every night a new reason to hate
live streaming entertainment serving answers two seconds too late.
My eyes are sliced by someone else's pain.
The rage suffocating and surrounding pretenses of peace
serves to segregate brothers left crumbling in the crease
of systems which subjugate compromise into something for sell,
while politicians move toward the center of nothing creating new circles of hell.
My heart is pierced by bullets fired into peace.