Aurora
Dark knights to dark days
communities left in stun
cowards make a celebration pay
barrels smoking, billowing gun
tragedy split in tears
loaded myths of insanity
catching the breath of it's fears
another moment of crucifying humanity
curdling thoughts, flowing alone
hostage to the power of none
Constitutions need to atone
before glorious doves burn
Copyright © Gerald Webb | Year Posted 2012
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