Blood Upon the Walls

Blood Upon The Walls


The leaders of light are now all sleeping
 no more will they stand proud above the dawn
 And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
 Remain alive to cast hate on and on

Every scent of fear has warnings to remember
 every echo in the thunder sends new calls
 Watch your step between October and December
 come the new year you will find blood upon the walls

The bullets make their way to form destruction
 our world will face its end quite this style
 Shattered dreams are just the truth of each obstruction
 And for now they gather close around the Nile

Where a man has died for being strong and bold
 as he walks in dignity toward heaven’s halls
 Here will rest the lasting signs of regal talent
 near the death marks of the blood upon the walls

There once was someone singing to the masses
 he asked for peace with grand imagination
 His soul now gone, and body only ashes
 the victim of a lost fool’s situation

Beware of winter’s frost and autumn’s browning
 the simple sound of nature soon enthralls
 When the seasons change and smiling lips are frowning
 be assured it’s only blood upon the walls

There comes a day when you will seek for glory
 the promised land which shows the best of times
 Reality may tell a different story
 it’s not for us to live between the lines

And the optimist will spend his days believing
 while tomorrow speaks of destiny that crawls
 For wherever love is found
 beneath the evening

Scarlet morning waits with blood upon the walls
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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