We're not haunted by any ghosts in this land,
Our worst enemy is man.
I fear the long blades you hold in your hand,
I fear my skin might be placed in the wrong camouflage,
And that my race might start an endless barrage
Of hate.
It's seems there's demons amongst the graves,
Where we bury all our mistakes.
As we try to forget,
About what we have made
An endless genocide,
A massive suicide,
All because of hate.
It can't be denied,
I live life terrified -
We need an exorcism,
We need a brand new rhythm,
Because the way we're dancing
Will only bring more hate.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Surely What I Wanted.(Poetry Book III)
PoetryThis is surely what I wanted, but is it what I needed? "Because to control the dead you have to become the rot, The septic flesh hanging at the aftermath of a gunshot." 3rd Poetry book. Ranked #11 in Dark Poetry - 2019/09/14 Start:19/09/04 End:20/01...
