War of the Mind

Bullets riddle an already dead man. His blood stains the, Dirtied child next to him red. The child, Cries and pleads for help and to understand. But The witnesses shut their eyes, Hoping that it will all go away like a curable disease. The dead and he stare hoping when they go to heaven, That god will look in their eyes like it’s a movie screen. To see human kinds sins. The child cries even more violently, That his eyes start to shed blood. For a man he never knew. The people shut their eyes even tighter, That theirs start to bleed too. The man’s murderer, Tells the child to stop. But he can’t, because he is in the presence of a devil. So he shoots the child. So the mind of the, Cowardly witnesses stay weak. In the presence of evil.