Façade

A Poem by William E.

Blood, Ink red death, I feel this dread
I see no end.
The lies all around, the fear and fury abound.
The liquored b***h on the bed, The f*****g gun to her head.
This façade, it must end.
These fake smiles, fake laughter
Hide hate and sorrow, pain and disaster.
Not mine but others.
We must help these people
Those we call Lovers, and
Those we’ve named Brothers.

We must end this inhumanity.