Performance for a sight in sound.
Echoes of violence crash all around.
Give me peace, send me quiet.
I don’t need another harsh riot.
Feral is what I would call this state.
Complicated for no one wishes to wait.
This cycle hounds us to our graves.
Surrender!
I’m sick of the waves.
Crashing into potential peace.
Extending our suffering and grief.
Pumping hate in all systems.
Crippling a life once worth living.
What is the value of pollution like this?
None, but still we collect these sticks.
Better known as guns and greed.
We surpass even our own last worst deed.
Tear down but never rebuild.
Infection,
This world is thrilled!
Rapture coming down the mountain.
Options are dried up like a fountain.
Blow a kiss and accept oblivion.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 