Dakota steps

 

Once upon a dream

of hope and love.

Humanity slept; Blood wept.

December sunset

on those windswept Dakota steps.

Wanted to give peace a chance

but the devil wanted a different dance.

 

Smoking Warm gun,

December burning embers flying away.

Happiness you say? A curse.

Blood on pavement.

Tears started to rain

across the universe.

Screams in air,

death laying there.

 

Too late, death bells ring.

December sirens fill the sky,

gunshots deafen the songs we sing.

Imagine a world with no hope to bring,

It's easy if you try.

People cry.

It can't be true,

hail of bullets

and the cold wind blew.

 

December fell

in pool of red,

no more stories to tell.

War is over,

but bullets still shred.

No more songs

but memories live on.

Tomorrow never knows

the way the river flows.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle