Bloody Rivers
Bad men come,
Bad men come ,
Machete,
machete,
run,
run,
Run.
The screams,
the hacks,
the blade,
the axe.
The cold hard facts .
The west reacts.
and for a moment we stop sipping our tea.
Clear the land,
a masterplan.
No bullet speed,
enjoy the deed.
Machete come.
And the waves of blood cause only ripples in our little pond.
Bad
men
come.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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