" Men "

The heart of men thirst for blood as it was in the beginning, fulfillment is the end.

I heard the cry of a lamb far beyond as it's life was taken away remorselessly.

Oh! I am sorry to pass that close to you.

Blam! Blam!, the sounds of gun shots echoed, another life dissipates.

The thoughts of men harbours cruelty upon each other, the lock of love thrown into regress.

I saw the look on her face and the story was told, death was imprinted.

Clap! Clap!, the sounds of gun shots echoed, another life dissipates.

The tune of men sings vengeance, no more care compelled towards another.

I dreamt that the stream flows upwards with color of deep red, mourning awaken from all paths.

Bocam! Bocam!, the sounds of gun shots echoed, another life dissipates.

By: Mark Burrell