Exposure is not the way
Violence is just heresy
You built us up to tear us down
So proud of how you scream aloud
With all the pain you dole each day
Piling up the misery
What a life you chose to lead
Rather be dead than a part of your breed
Extinction is what will come
Nothing can stop that gun
It will fire one of these days
But will you hasten it’s spray?
My vote is yes while you refuse
Forging hate lights that fuse
Watch as the sky goes black
There is no chance to back track
Polarising for a vote
Upon that throne you will choke
Weaving new lies of disaster
Universe will turn to alabaster
Though you don’t see the beef
Too busy causing grief
Not a single thought in your head
That is why we will all soon be dead
Simon A Jackson - Writer 