The Beast

We fight this war
Of Blue and Red.
Mother against son
Not together as one.

North beats down on East.
While South strikes swiftly
At an unknowing West
All to paint; their colors best.

The Reds spread eagles wings on high.
The Blues sing freedom's battle cry.
Not seeing the people down decayed.
Doomed to waste their lives away.

Was this the plan all along?
To break their lives like waves upon
The thick purple walls of hate redrawn
To rise dark like a black sun's dawn.

Even while the monster rears
It's dual faced head spreading fears.
It splits again and on and on.
A whirl of colors wrong and wrong.

What is this beast around us?
And what could it possibly want?
It devours the souls of the unwary.
Convincing others to fight themselves.

This beast must have a mark or name.
At least a small time claim to fame.
This beast that splits us all in twain
And takes it all for it's own gain.

This Is The Face Of Our Demise.
It Is The Cause Of Children's Cries.
On And On It Sates It's Hunger.
Leaving Us Down Here To Wonder.






this is the face of politics.