We Are Killers
Who, is beneath the breath it lives
A soul, being of what aspects we walk
In us all, smash a bug; kill a wasp
Just how much does it take pull a trigger
Insane anger from where in it come
Life or death we do what can survive
Threat to our lives, we kill all in hate
Let God sort it out, bury them deeply
In ourselves, a emotion as if a light
But dark, secrets one carries in mind
As wicked as heart thought itself
We are killers, can one really be trusted
Behind the face that smiles conspiring to kill
Kill animals out of spite, ozone fly the sky
Trees bring air, cut like mowing grass
Everything running from death our country flood
Hatred, contemporary world of longing past
Living not days to be, ancestors turn their grave
All was fought, die, initiative to kindness
The heart weakens way of man's steps
What is it that we are not but a killer
That in each a itch, erge to snap
Blow them kingdom come, blood shed streets
Another laid to rest, who gives a thought
Riots rage for killers of their own demise
Found fought in action, they died for cause
Or so they said, crime doesn't pay
Justice was served, killer's day has come
But what are we except we make ourselves
Not the killer but heart where love flows
Copyright ©
Steve Harvell
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