...once more... horrible...


MASSACRE


through his thoughts a bullywound
rejection stares him in the face
sparks dance across the street
bombs and guns in his maze

letters combine but bring no explanation
it's hard to understand real tarnation
let's solve it like the nation
but what's the destination

massacre bleeds, but yes it will stop
if we get more guns to revenge the kill
cadavers will rot and blooddrops drip-drop
and through humanity goes a dreadful chill




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-04-17 at 22:00

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You tread the horrible with panache DB, A Massacre indeed and I sure hope the chill will be deep enough to make the powers that be, stop the killing spree. you mark this terrible time so tastefully, I applaud you, Smiling at you, Tai
2007-04-24