You walk these halls like a ghost.
Upon false merits you pray others choke.
Slandering honesty with broken lines.
All you know is what you have designed.
With no truth in the words you speak.
Being kind is seen as weak.
Falsify when you cannot win.
Justice is but another’s empty dreams.
Wrapped in ash and soaked in bile.
From duress your love will drown for a while.
As demons dance for what you’ve done.
Innocence sold for nothing.
Barren reaches where souls suffer pain.
Institutes draw axe’s to behead again.
Framing hope in a crosshair sight.
Won’t be long until we feel a bullet bite.
Haemorrhaging that which should be left to grow.
Rather than becoming a new corpse in this row.
Illustrating where peace gave way to war.
As young folk prepare to suffer more.
Now tread these roads you’ve worn so deep.
All around are sights harrowing and bleak.
Meanwhile sun rays bleach out eyes.
Hollowing civilians so they can be used as a disguise.
What a time to gamble like a fool.
Reckless abandon has become the perfect tool.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 