Boom!
Gunshot heard
Are things going to be bad?
Bang! the door broken
Every soul shaken
Flaws

Loss;
Flames in the air
Where are the Laws?
Children crying hopelessly; unfair
Will the pain cease?
Mourn

Morn;
Still far from dusk
Lightness escaping
Darkness approaching
Laments fill the air; menace
Tears

Tear;
No need to spare; ride red
Contemn; vengeance
Boom! Flaws- Loss; Mourn- Morn; Tears- Tear; Sin! Let them see;
Sin!

© Dianne Diana