Negative, thoughts, mind is unwell
Emotions are born, and begin to swell
Blood pumps faster, as he continues to dwell
"This will be another day from hell."
Yet again, this war has been waged
With words almost rehearsed for the stage
Exploding on all with loathing and rage
Clenched teeth and furrowed brow the visage
The good times of the past simply mirage
The targets' been hit, run through and true
Anger absorbed by an innocent in lieu.
Refurbished cries and shiny new lies
Throw jabs and haymakers in disguise.
No empathy shared, or compassion given
Past the point of death, this horse will be ridden
Consumed with pride, and insatiable desire.
No prayer is given, before alighting the pyre.
Tomorrow they return, as always they do.
But what left for today as it is only noon.

I will never ALWAYS be right, I wasn't wrong, I am whats left.