Critical Red
Critical red,
Sirens blaring,
Wheels skidding,
The side of the cement road,
Bleeding and hurting,
A new notch in the board of losses.
A face in the crowd,
There one minute,
Gone the next,
Epidemics,
Accidents,
Intentional homicides,
Committed in desperation.
Vibrant yellow,
The passage to a new beginning,
Time for choices to be made,
Promises to be kept,
Or broken,
A blushing bride,
A grieving widow.
A fork in the road,
Which way will life take you?
Decisions,
Choices,
Leading to destinies you will never know of,
Until your there,
Basking in a sea choices.
Cooling green,
The hand in a walk way,
The birth of a child,
New chances,
A time to go,
Beginnings merged and divided.
A new born,
A spring time shower,
The smell of the wind after rain,
The calmness in the eye of the storm,
An oasis in a city of chaos,
The hidden lair in a den of thieves.
Thieves,
Thieves,
Their all thieves,
The murders,
The rapists,
The dishonorable thugs that take what shouldn�t be given to them,
That thrives in destroying the week,
The untainted,
The innocent ones.
I live in a world of thieves,
In a world that knows no meaning of the word pure,
Just injustice,
Injustice,
Malice,
The bigoted idiots,
That pollute our streets,
That taint the minds of children,
With idiotic notions,
Till everyone is as bigoted,
As cruel spirited as they are.
Till all the world is the same,
A graveyard of once happy souls,
Our world is a graveyard,
And we�re skeletons in its tombs.