By Arcassin Burnham

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
don't get the picture,
Then just brighten up the hue,
Who are they kidding,
Societies killing,
And the more profit they have,
Theyll be continually stabbing,
At the heart and lives of women and children,
The grass field feels so indulgent,
Circle jerkin frauds,
Everybody wanna pay the cost but they've all just been already bought,
Learn the lessons that they taught,
Lay the same flower on the coffin every year,
we barely sobbed.