That look you gave me
said that you were afraid
and didn’t believe
the reconciling lies
that came from the other side;
such an upsetting time.
Events turn
to crying and denials.
Pretty words
for pretty girls
and overstated reasons
lead to misunderstandings.
Every modern convenience
has given you
a jaded apathy.
Just one more reason
to reflect upon the sad reality,
that every tear you shed
should be for those
whose life is in your hands.
So quick to judge,
you just don’t seem to understand.
Everyone in this enterprise
has a little blood on their hands.
Well,
maybe more than a little.
Why do you think
we’re always wearing red?
It hides the splatter,
and it’s just
so fashionable.
I bet you don’t even know
how many you’ve killed.
Deny it;
I’m sure it easier
to look at yourself,
but you don’t mind
living the life you live.
You just never though it meant
homicide.
Our civilizations
don’t exist on bread.
Life is a vampire
and we are all infected.
Don’t you think
that dress
would look so good on you?
Just lose a couple pounds,
you’ll look so band new.
What’s on the news?
Tragedy ensues,
but only for a moment;
soon,
you’ll get up and leave the room,
but the slaughter will continue
indirectly,
in your name.
You reap the benefit
of all this hate,
all this pain.
Might as well enjoy your place
at the top of the food chain;
it’s all gonna change some day.
We’re all either gonna give a little,
or take a little
life.
It only looks simple
when you’re not in the middle
of the fight.
Close your eyes, darling;
go to sleep.
Good night.
Dream about all the lives
that it cost
To keep you safe
and beautiful.
Sleep tight.
I just want you understand
that you’ve got blood on your hands.
We all have blood on our hands,
and tears won’t wash it away.
So go to sleep and dream,
it’s your only escape.
When you wake,
the bodies will be piled higher,
they’re still filling your desires,
but it doesn’t have to be this way.
Something’s gonna change.
HG – 2017
