Take it slow
The wheels turn
As the shotgun barrel burns
Society loses concern
For the ones who died yesterday
There's more dying today
Hope shrivels and withers away
Joy and Justice have descended away
Somewhere some place some how some way
My pen bleeds the blood
Of the victims slain in the mud
My words hold a grudge
So my views will not budge
,The majority lies in a secret sorority
Notorious for the notions against life
A hell bent flight with no oxygen light
This page is the white light
The ink shoots through the tunnel
My thoughts conspire in a huddle
Dive through hoops
Jumping over hurdles
Tho I try to take it slow and move like the turtle