• A fresh start, to a new travesty.
    The manipulations of a nation,
    And the lies, broadcast station to station.

    A million screaming violins,
    A thousand voices pouring in,
    A requiem for the damned.

    A pregnant teen cries,
    She’s drowning in the tears.
    X-rays from your eyes.
    You see right through the fears,

    In the distance, the only hope in sight,
    A baby born in the cold moonlight.
    An ocean of emotion, fears, and tears.
    They drown in their innocence.
    And thus, I step down, and my gun slides across the floor.