Let's play a game,
And earn some fame.
I stuff that breadbasket,
You bring back hatred.
Hatred among the men and women,
That shall lead them to an inescapable warren.
Them humans jammed in a maze,
Shall ignite a top-hole blaze.
On my rooftop, I shall sip coffee,
And watch the inferno in glee.
So grow a beard,
And dress up in a baggy attire.
Aim for their heads,
I wanna see them drip in red.
Throw a spear and sliver that heart,
As sable as their skin.
With that dart,
You might just free this grotesque world from sin.
Sounds sick, doesn't it darling?
Then why's the game still on?
Why're we all still blazing?
In our self ignited fire, where has humanity gone?
Oh I'll tell you where it rests,
Deep within the ground,
Where years later, wasted corpses will be found.
Corpses that used to be all flesh and skin,
But the brain they'd been bestowed with lied useless in a bin.
A/N:
I don't think poems need explanation but I really want to get this across:
1. Terrorists have no religion.
2. Black lives matter.
3. Discrimination makes you worse than an animal.
Do this world a favor and give peace a chance.
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Symmetry
Poetry"There is Sun and storm in every blossoming. That is where the poetry lives" All rights reserved to @destellos_, 2016.
