into the eyes of death

Looking into the eyes of death

Dark places where ones mind goes

You hear the screams 

The voices that won’t leave you alone

Calling you on

The fear of losing control 

The anger smiles across your face 

Everything slows down 

What is reality 

Calling you on

The voices screaming

Challenging till they make eye contact 

Looking into the eyes of death

Dark places where everything 

Slows down 

A smile that is not a smile 

It’s a good day to die

They start their Haka

Lining up pumping out their chests 

Screaming and yelling 

You can still hear their fear

You can see it in their eyes 

They look down walking away

They get braver as their steps echo 

What is reality 

Calling you on 

losing our fathers

Losing our fathers
before its time
society passing judgement
tormeneted by yesterday
disposable fathers
grief changes shape
conversations that never ended
listening to silence

Hate

The color of hate

Tools of the trade

Pointing fingers

Creating fear

Blaming them

The color of skin

Their gods

Our gods

Justifying hate

Realization death

Creating divide

Analyzing deceit

Nationalising color

Anger and fear

War is business

Making money

On death

Costing youth

As old men laugh

Blaming them

justicifcation

Dark water

Dark water

Cancelling democracy 

A Dystopian nightmare 

Tear gassing children 

Unvarnished bigotry 

Tyrannical president 

The toxic true

Building walls

Populist ideal

Pushing rights to the side

In the name of nationalism 

Guardians of freedom

A thin veneer

Neo-Nazis hiding behind 

Stars and Stripes

Ugliest prejudice of white nationalism 

Divide a nation

Just to control power longer

just another day

Every day

Loved one pass into the good night

Some with so much pain

It’s a relief

The fear leaves their faces

Acceptance sets in

Life was never meant to be fare

The world can be cruel  

In the end it’s all the same

In a hundred years

Who will remember your name?

The mistakes you leave behind

The lives you touched

A face in time

Man made constructs

Memories achieved by others

The hate justifying the means

An image that needed to be maintained

It was a good night

Summer dresses and beer

Nobody cares any more

Wish life turned out differently

The beauty in another sunrise

Regret a hangover in the wind

Philosophers

Philosophers of death

Notes from a blind man

Living in history

Soldiers morally flawed

staring into space

The souls of the dead

Walking in the shadows

They hear the screams

In their dreams

 Epidemic of schizophrenic stories

Pilgrimage through all the brace casings

The wealthy getting rich 

Taxing the dead

Smiling at all the pain

That is what some people do

Justifying the blood under their nails

Blaming it on religion 

The colour of your skin

The fear in their eyes

Losing control

The president stands in front of a camera 

Saying something he believes to be true

As the ice melts

And the bodies pile up

Philosophers of death

Smiling at the camera 

As the smell of dying

lingers heavy in the air

Tasting like burning hair 

Saying something 

he wishes was true

Hate a tool 

Blame it on religion 

Blame it on the colour of my skin

Wrapped in a flag

You call it national pride

Burning all the books

Fire anyone that questions validity 

Blame it on disloyalty

Hate is your tool

A strategy to manipulate 

Say it over and over again

You will still hear their screams 

In shadows of your dreams