Bloodlust

Lost and alone

With what they say you've done

Nowhere to run

Look what we've become

Our hearts grow cold

At the sight of injustice

Their hearts burst with joy

At the thought of bloodlust

A nation once together

Now torn apart

Their lies have left their mark

With nothing left, where do we start?

Our hearts grow cold

At the sight of injustice

Their hearts burst with joy

At the thought of bloodlust

Fight for your innocence 

Come together once more

Cast out from all others

But we know what we're fighting for

Lost and alone

With what they say you've done

Nowhere to run

Look what we've become

Our hearts grow cold

At the sight of injustice

Their hearts burst with joy

At the thought of bloodlust

Author's Note

I wrote this poem about Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, because I believe he is innocent. I don't want this to affect your review, but I thought this might help you understand the poem more.

Reviews

[NoelHC]

Viewpoint aside, I like your writing in this, it is nicely crafted.
I don't quite understand your use of the full repetition of verses 1 and 6, and verses 2, 4 and 7.
Was there an intent here? I think it could stand alone being just the separate verses, possibly repeating either verse 1 or 2 as a conclusion.