Our streets are stained with blood

In a world so shrouded in uncertainty
humans were to be loved by one another
things to be used for the good of humans.
but, in today’s evil generation
things are loved; humans used.

world of anarchy and chaos
blood is celebrated as gains;
blood suckers as heroes.
killing, a daily hobby for many.
God’s anger shall rain like brimstone

some great figures are deleted.
some, innocent people slaughtered,
thugs hired out of crimes
saying, “go finish with him”
tomorrow, burial announcement!

they ascend to underserved thrones,
by fraud, by rigging and by bullets,
the guns left in the hands of hoodlums
how will the poor masses sleep at night?
when the hoodlums chew hemps till down?

our streets are stained with blood
innocent souls crying for life.
Today was our presidential election
and yet people could not still vote the candidate of their choice.
thugs standing at the gates and selecting persons to vote for their party.
may God help us.