Golden arrows flying through the sky
Bullet rains fire storms
Crashing down to earth
From Mars – the aliens are here.
Quick hide –
Run from them.
I think they have love
Run! I cannot –
Just scream –
No – bullets fire rain
Upon the king.
No refuge under the king’s throne
Please save us, king!
Instead his caviar is more important
He is a president of our state of mind
Why am I called
At the sight of a young boy
Stabbed brutality by his brothers?
The lies suffocate
I cringe and spiral deeper down the hole.