Reconstruction

Sticks and stones may break my bones Fires and screams and fading tones Children are running from the fires of hell A little old story Im dying to tell A rotten of a smell I t sure aint peace I’m trying to sell Lies and fears and frightening cheers Hanging from her toes , split ear to ear Almost reminds me like the cleaning of a deer Till this day I still have that fear. Our history is oh so clear May say it’s far but feels so near…