The Greater Good
Hand our sons a gun...

Blood filtered through the sky,
As it bleeds a cloud's death...

Showered by the oceans,
Swept up to the sky...

Stars hung in the sky,
As I stared in disbelief...

Cold Snap
The sun melted my skin...

Gallows are set to use,
'Men' push the women down...

Icicles of pain,
Melt once hit by droplets of rain...

The dew was like a giant puddle,
In the morn as they depart...

Standing by the gates,
Swinging black and gold...

Innards are my outers,
Hatred is not a love...

My first time I dont forget,
A night to quench my thirst...

Twas a night of anguish,
Of which I looked a sight...