Moneymakers Poems | Examples

Raw Data

Waxy fear melting in the dark
drips red
Candlelight vigils in the night
mournfully grow,
as more guns control 
empty barrel trigger fingers

Making it hard to keep count
of the dotted map splatter
Crimson tears shed on the ground
leaves a trail of raw data

Bullet holes in the heart,
a nation bereaved daily grieves
for their beloved losses

Souls snuffed out in dying twilight minutes,
before the final midnight reckoning of their life
Moneymakers ain’t gon put a muzzle on
hot metal hate ...
So the perforated pulmonary numbers 
pile up high,
and the violence reign thru ledger books
by-and-by

Making it impossibly hard to keep count
of the legally permitted splatter
Second Amendment shells spat on the ground
leaves a bloody trail of raw data

As more and more spherical led 
funeral motorcades 
snake through the streets,
molted tears shed
drips scarlet pain endlessly