They’ve come to kill us, these poisoned hearts.
They’ve come to take our innocent and young.
They’ve come to cut down our wise and wizened.
They’ve come to slash our soft and pure.
They seep into our waters
across oceans and fields of tranquility.
They march in step to a raging scream
a hatred pulsing through wretched limbs
flowing down ugly veins bulging out
from under little wrinkled souls.
They’ve come to murder us as we sleep
as we eat
as we pray
as we wait
as we live and breathe.
All they want
is to silence those they deem unfit
those who rise from the dead
over and over and over again
with open throats and bullet holes
resurrecting the voice
determined to sing
so loud
so strong
so overpowering
the demons slipping into skin
will melt from the heat.
Colloquially Speaking 