Streets Of Shame.

Streets of Shame.

Pitter-patter,
Torture rings out,
Armies gather in the streets,
In the streets of red.
Red blood from severed hearts,
A life line torn amongst men,
With armor slung over their shoulders,
And weapons guarding their plastic masks.
Brainwashed societies gather,
In coffee shops and bakeries,
In beauty parlors and super markets,
Subways and airports;
"Did you hear?"
Of course they heard.
Everyone knows the news,
Of another fallen man,
Alone in the deceitful streets,
Painted red like the bleeding roses thorn,
Placed on top a decaying casket.
And his family mourns in black,
With porcelain tears shattering,
Shattering on the faceless concrete,
Of one more fallen soldier.
But his men stand their guard,
In honor of those fallen.
Pitter-patter,
The rain drips down,
Onto pale faces come Judgment Day,
In the streets of shame.

© Jenna Elphick
December 31, 2006.