Red Skies, Like A Blood Shed.
The clouds have been cryingtears of blood for a long time.
A storm erupted overhead,
and madness, like blinding flashes of light
illuminating a crimson sky,
For times have changed forever.
Assault weapons are selling like hotcakes,
Because it's a fundamental right?
Men in positions of power,
like Clowns in a Sickening Circus
making killing jokes,
And no one cares??
Intestines spilled onto the floors
of shopping malls and
we don't give a damn,
because they are someone else's children or parents???
So let's keep fooling ourselves,
playing the selfish fool
and only saving our own necks.
Even a scared Ostrich
has more common sense.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-08-28 at 21:37
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