Line them up where they will fall.
Single sound repeating its call.
Populace jumps at every single boom.
Fearful of this purge imitated by a loon.
How long before we’re next?
Cries from innocence that may soon be lost.
Victims turned into examples and warnings.
Follow rhetoric or be rotting by morning.
Your sick ideology!
Ban what doesn’t fit in this limited view.
Those in agreement are but the few.
Instilling loss with a non-righteous bite.
All of this is extinguishing an already diminishing light.
Who will be left in the years to come?
Cries from innocence that may soon be lost.
Victims turned into examples and warnings.
Follow rhetoric or be rotting by morning.
Your sick ideology!
Savage disease that is permitted to spread.
Out in the open hate dances with those who are dead.
Spitting dignity as if none is deserved.
What remains on these isles is madness that needs to be interred.
But chances look slim of sense beating stupidity.
All of these psychos are empowered by butchery.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 