Year at a Glance
By Steven L Herring

I see a sea of violence
riding a wave of hate
set to crush
set to destroy
Pistol-lined pockets
The nuclear option tastes
like metal in the mouths
of the innocent
as we take to the streets

I don't know about y'all
but the excitement is scarce in me
I'm not to keen
on getting blood on my sneaks
Media wars by media ******
cut the path
to peace in pieces
and all I hear is a vacuum
******* sanity out of the air
Rusty razors
tainted with nair

Breakout!
Skin crawls with virus
Hot pokers pierce the iris
TV
Feeds me
My eyes rolled out
of their sockets
to that tune
by love and rockets
I'm alive, but for how long?
Gotta feed a firing squad
fifty copper jackets
harvested from the hearts
of the ghosts of innocents past

Outcast
Stressed out
Stretched out
for all the world to see
Disfigured and on display
We screamed,
but masks muffled our airway
Patient's color grey for days
Streets worn and black
Center lines jagged
Petulantly painted
by a basket case wonder
This lonely road rages on
Let it spill into the sea
LET IT SPILL INTO THE SEA!