Fear
The twisted remains
Of a broken life
The bloody stains
Speckle the killing knife
Cracked, broken, shattered bones
Crushed souls and weeping wails
Taken by bullets, blades, and stones
The wind carries the victory hails
But what victory of naught
That takes a life by force
Takes what cannot be bought
Free of guilt and all remorse
To justify your pturid lies
You convince yourself of this
When another soul dies
To sleep in eternal bliss
Your bloodsoaked soul inside
Withers, cracks, and fades
Your truths split open wide
Dragged from beneath the shades
No man can win this day
While bodies litter the streets
For all must change their way
To stem the flow of bloodstained sheets
The bloodied, broken, twisted remains
Of society crumbling to the earth
Brought to ash in the fiery flames
Rising up to a new birth
You can no longer justify
Your evil killing way
No more will they believe your lie
It is the beginning of a new day
Your hatred spewed from the bile within
Raining down like acid from the sky
Burning, scarring, deep into our skin
Your venom gave no reason why
Yet here today you stand
Judged guilty by one and all
Sentenced to leave this land
Your reign of terror now must fall
Nevermore you'll play your games
So turn and walk away from here
Racist is but one of many names
But the most hated one is fear
Copyright © Sean Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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