Burning tires
Shopping fires
Ashes dancing in the wind
The fruits of xenophobia
And lit hands that forgot God

And the streets run red
There are no joyful dead
And the streets burn red
There are no joyful dead

Burning men
Car carcasses
Apocalypse ascends
Empty places plunder-ridden
There is no joy in murder

And the streets run red
There are no joyful dead
And the streets burn red
There are no joyful dead

(C) 2019 Allen Wolfie Simpson

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