Bloody Blaze Of Glory

Bloody Blaze Of Glory
© Surazeus
2018 02 20

Ten thousand bullets flaming through the air
pierce the bodies of children while they play.
Ten thousand children fall dead on the Earth
and their blood sparks the seeds of flowers to grow.
Flowers bloom from the graves of our dead children
and we hear their horror whispered in wind.
Flowers bloom from the eyes of laughing children
who play in the twilight of our mute fear.
He wants to go out in a blaze of glory,
the angry boy who fails our game of life.

One hundred young boys, enraged by abuse,
gnaw the bones of hatred with broken minds.
One hundred angry boys, choking on words,
wrestle with the shadow of nameless fears.
The boy grabs the gun of impotent rage
and shoots at pretty faces of contempt.
The boy clutching the rifle of despair
shoots bullets at the blank faces he hates.
He wants to go out in a blaze of glory,
the angry boy who fails our game of life.

Ten thousand bullets blasting at our peace
splatter the souls of children on walls.
Ten thousand children with faces we love
vanish into the void of troubled dreams.
Flowers sprout from the brains of children killed
by the angry boy who hates their success.
Flowers scream from the bleeding hearts of children
killed by the boy who wants their happiness.
He wants to go out in a blaze of glory,
the angry boy who fails our game of life.

One hundred mad boys, rejected by girls,
shoot guns to kill the beauty they desire.
One hundred dumb boys, enraged by their failure,
shoot bullets to destroy the wise and clever.
The boy who stumbles blind through maze of life
shoots people dead with his bullets of pride.
The boy who fails to fit drama of life
exits the stage in bloody blaze of glory.
He wants to go out in a blaze of glory,
the angry boy who fails our game of life.