They lined them up against the wall, the truth is out and now they fall. All of those bullets, all of those brains, could make the man a corpse with little to care. But the word was out before their blood; the crowd ran out, the anger! The flood!
Life goes faster than the truth they’re after; lies sound safer than what comes later. The smoke from muzzles faded in the drizzle; the deaths were now a rumour; the rumour, a joke, what dies stays dead, what lives, more so.
A flag goes up, another comes down; the man that rose killed the clowns. Voices are chained, silence prevailed;
“It could’ve been worse”
That’s what they said.
I had nothing to write and was just scribbling. Don’t complain if it’s cheap. Read and move on.