Bullets and Blood.

A step out. 

A storm in. 

A single drop of blood.

One of them, will win.
Thundering blasts.

Compulsive fasts.

Murmurs inside.

The skin, opened wide. 
Sex, oh no, agony and hatefuck,

Rapes? Cakewalk.

The sky, crimson orange.

Reflects the ambiance. Strange?
Life, being taken away.

Rationality, was swayed.

Shrapnel, long range, or short range, 

Into the captivity of the ribcage

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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