Kills, Maims, Murder
Shout of Horrors
Runs of Panics
Cries of Sorrors
Bodies drop
like strings from feathers
houses destroy
like heap of beach sands
Sons mourn daughters
Children cry for mamas
Mamas sob for papa
while papas bitter for lost families
Oh ye with Laws and Order
do tell the morality of our lives
for heaven weep with disdain
and earth melts with disgust
Oh ye with Know Hows
do tell the criticality to our raesons
for religions become opium
the masses inheritance
Oh ye with Power and Might
do tell the magnitude of our followership
for voters are minority
guns win elections
Oh ye people
do tell of the giant questions
hanging on each of our foreheads
answers exist not here
Prince Mcroyale
(c) 2010
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