I’m tired of poems about
Hope and peace and love
And sadness and lore
Someone give me anger
Someone give me gore
Someone give me hatred
Someone give me war
Give me all the bitterness
That runs through your body
Give me something more
Than this superficial artfully crafted haze
Give me the reality of your pain
Because pain contains so much
Beauty that is often ignored
Give me your red eyed three am
Give me your lonely and twisted hearted
Give me your broken and sorrow
Give me your absolute dread of tomorrow
Lend to me your rage at the world
For we as an army, will wage chaos on the earth.