The next Whiskey Bar
War to go
One scream away
From murder
Art done right
Never to fight
Conscience of convenience
Sand blind cold boots pant rash hair clay mud pies
Resident sadists social decay
Where there are no truths and no lies
Foot soldiers claim
Their genocide bouquet
When one of the greatest stays
Gives people time to escape
You already can guess his fate
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2024
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