our path are coloured red
Not from our rose but of the dead
from our sight, we see through the night
bittered battered we pray for a knight
To save us from our disbelief
in the gutter, lies our relief
The water we drink stained from our tears
dredging through the mud to escape from our fears
the dust from our leaders covers our eyes
what we see, we really can't tell must have been all lies
In blood we map our path
To show the world as they dragged their cart
Eyes of a bat, we can't sleep at night
paranoid of the truth our leaders might
whom on their plate are dishes of power struggle
Abandoning the masses to wipe their selfish asses.
©karmascars
K