Nightlife has become besieged by the ominous threat of devastation - a sad, artistic poem. |
Blessed by the righteous souls Of space and premise - Equally spurned by the seams Of parallels And supporting ranks; A new siren eclipses The night’s whirlwind rarity, Staggering in the breeze Of those humble victors of virtue And splendored arches - And the dust shall slowly And eerily settle Amongst the maze of gruesome shadows… As officials examine the bloody, Despicable wrath of this horrid scene, Parents, teachers, coaches, friends, And loved ones recoil at the grotesque harms Besetting the nature Of these decent morals; This inhumane calamity shall hear The voices of society’s greatest forebears - The mighty shall implore the highest bar Of understanding and clarity - And future reverence For wholesome wisdom and praise Shall blanket the community In its gratified and saddened drives For change. But citizens seeking a relaxing, Pleasurable nightlife Become fatally muted by the mesmerizing, Destabilizing substance - The combination of agitated rancor, Viable and attainable weapons Restricted by the laws which are never enforced, And mental disturbances Of the human genome Known as bee-lined, vacuumed, Button-downed stereotypes and norms Of minimal pride and perception, Engender those hazards In the celebratory world Of evening bliss… |