Torches lit the night sky,
A glowing river of flames
Burning with the passion of hate.
Body after body marching on,
Faces devoid of any humanity
And a grotesque amusement
Sparkling in their eyes.
Senseless chants piercing the air,
The place quickly becoming a gathering
Of ignorance and hatred.
The minutes tickled by,
The violence spreading like a wildfire—
No act of kindness strong enough to
Extinguish it.
**** flags painted the sky a ****** red,
The white no longer a sign of peace,
But rather the symbol of white supremacy.
America.
This is what the place we call "home" has become.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Torches lit the night sky,
A glowing river of flames
Burning with the passion of hate.
Body after body marching on,
Faces devoid of any humanity
And a grotesque amusement
Sparkling in their eyes.
Senseless chants piercing the air,
The place quickly becoming a gathering
Of ignorance and hatred.
The minutes tickled by,
The violence spreading like a wildfire—
No act of kindness strong enough to
Extinguish it.
**** flags painted the sky a ****** red,
The white no longer a sign of peace,
But rather the symbol of white supremacy.
America.
This is what the place we call "home" has become.