The boiling blood

The steady flood 

The sounds are smashing


All around the people

Feeling feeble

Ask us why,

Why do so many have to die?

Can't you wear a mask?

Pass the flask.

I’m watching you burn

Waiting my turn

You won’t debate

This is our fate

To see two men fight

For what is our right

My life is on fire

This is a dire

Situation. For our world


Into the blender of anger

Snakes and salamander

Burning, lying

Too many dying


This poem is about: 
Our world


Black Heart Joker

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