The gold,
it beams,
despite the slaughter.
The people
adorned in blood,
wearing the polished essence of humanity,
animal skins on their bodies,
human blood around their necks,
crimson-
splashed on the wrists,
dripping from the ears.
They know not what they do.
This changes nothing.
It helps not, the children,
the parentless ones-
the innocence lost,
will always be gone-
and no one,
no one,
truly,
sees.
Popcorn at six-
a stones throw,
popping,
blazing,
crimson,
and blue
sky, filling
twirling
guardians,
popping,
still,
crimson,
and blue
bursting
blasting.
Armor,
rolls in,
bursting,
popping,
wailing,
in
black,
and white-
red, all over.
in this,
daily
traverse-
crimson,
and blue.
Mister negative
cashing his 30k
check.
Stock
piles
for the
day, while
gaining more,
and more.
Complaining,
of king
and castle.
In this, great
nation
of ours.
Clobbering
hopes,
dreams,
anything
that doesn’t
benefit,
his needs
his wants
for, he needs
what he wants.
His mouth,
full,
breaking bones,
of lost ones,
who-
gotta
getta
job.
No
good,
lazy
bums,
feeding
off,
Amerika.
Playing
with you,
teasing
you-
Not to hurt-
to try.
To try,
and breath life,
into your mind.
To spark,
burn down,
the forest,
of your, complacency.
To water you,
hold you,
care for you,
I rage.
Not at you.
To you.
Not, about you.
About Us.
It’s all about Us.
Yet,
so much more,
to me, it is.
To you,
I can only try.
And if,
Oh, joyous if.
I say it, if, if, if-
You feel something,
anything-
If.
You love me,
hate me,
Ignore me,
I have started, something.
And that,
my friends,
is when I smile.
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