Just something I came up with today, I hope that you enjoy.
Laughter, the thing he hears as gleeful children go by.
Wonders how the children are so cheery in a world so poignant,
A world full of conflict, not a single person says bye;
As the people drop, dead, drunk with disappointment
Grabbing their empty glasses, watching them slip
Falling closer to death, closer to the cold utopia
Where not even the worst sinners trip,
Down the empty staircase up or down the dystopia.
Slurred words and rancid breath, and cigar pieces
Looking over the fields where those dead stays.
Every new beginning, a new year, brings peace
But nothing can cause those riots to lay,
Lay down their words, and retire their thoughts
So that their children would never be taught.