Sleep well my child

So many ways we part the sea,
still always a bowl not free from thee.

Taverns were full
Streets were empty
Corners with rags
and lust reek of
blood and puke.

Lullaby's were heard from far up towers
Towers of guards with guns and nukes.
Their chants of stories make them doze...
Goodnight, sleep-well
if you wake up it's luck

Most men dead if       sins they've done
Most men living with praise of sins
Stories of women with lavish lives reeks of greed and lustful crime.

Along came wars of race and hood
Along came slaughter of love and care
Along came mornings with smell of blood
Along came nights of wandering souls

Sirens were heard in  
place of roosters
Lights were dim in
place of moon
Knives were used to  
part and share
Well know its used
to **** all thoughts

So, sleep-well my child the fire will rise..
Better luck next time if you are shot.