Dreams of crimson,
Visions of hate.
This is what I see when my eyes are closed,
Based on the world around me daily.
Love so rare,
Pain so abundant.
Inventions like guns,
Which were intended for protection,
Now used to mug an old lady as she walks to her car.
Small children kidnapped,
When all they did was walk to school,
Found murdered days later,
Some never found at all...
IT'S REALITY!
WHY!?
How come a mother has to suffer,
Suffer that she may have forgotten to say she loved her child,
Before finding her whole life dead in a ditch days later?
What the hell does that solve?
To settle some sick bastards crave...?
Cuz that person can't stand himself so he ruins the life of another?
No more can we just stand by,
We have to protect each other...
Cuz you never know when you'll be the one who needs protection.