Massacre of demons
A short poem on war and genocide
You can guess one day when you stay away
from people and places, far and away
it does make you wonder, why it’s alive
your will & sunder, and the gifts benign
that keep on yearning for something to touch
A sign from heaven, with wonder and lust
oh you, who believes he will be forgiven as a sinner
for the crimes he committed, and the sins he delivered
you see your despair and confine yourself in it
with a single stroke, of fear that resides within it
It does make you wonder, what happened to them
the people you killed, and the people you dread
it feels like a moment, a moment of silence
you’re now free, my son it was all just a dream
