A Season Of Guns And Blood Poem by Cheryl Griffith

It's a season of guns and blood
Cruelty hides under white hoods
Oh some praying will be wise
To stir our faith and slow demise
But faith dries like fire wood
It's a season of guns and blood

We once walked paradise road
Memory eases not the load
Our sunken hearts now lost for words
It's a season of guns and blood

Justice here once stood
Now violence rises like a flood
A hope lays back and takes a nod
While we sit by and chew our cuds
And wobble through our daily mud
It's a season of guns and blood