Come and Read
Babies bombed
Children hunted in schoolyards
Rich men bathe in the blood
And the rage builds
God forsakes
Rains death for minor slights
Over feigned insults
And the rage builds
Rich men laugh
While stealing from all
Basking in the light of God
While we suffer in Hell
And the rage builds
And the rage builds
And the rage builds.
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man