Another day, another killing.
Is it really worth a shilling?
The shootings still go on,
Will it ever be gone?
They tie their flags to posts,
Paint the curbs to just boast.
Bomb officers in the street,
Honest police on the beat.
You spread hate on this Isle,
Spew words oh so vile.
Your thoughts are made of bile.
Call a community to rile.
Yet they wonder why it still goes on,
Why Lyra's dead and gone.
Is it really worth a shilling?
For a killing that's so chilling?
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoetryHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
