EXORCISING THE DEMONS! poem 1 killing season poem 2 repeat performance 3 no part in the charade

thugs at the helm
spattered brains
deaths at the door steps
the sadism everywhere
murder in the air
rising waves of brutality
deserted homes
fires gobbling up homes
those wailing souls
in the steel grip of evil
evil seemingly triumphant
killers on the loose
fatal scythes everywhere

a real possibility

the same sad somg

new singers on stage

exhibiting the scars

claiming saviour status

mercenary tendencies ahead

champions of our struggle

claiming those privileges

forsaking the greatness

forsaking lessons in humility

to desecrate that blood

to give the devil pleasure

to appease the vampires

to steal from the poor

to find pleasure in pain

these fingers shall bear no stain

the stain of the blood

the blood of my slain people