Aren't We Dark Poem by Oliver Hard

Flashing colours
Popping lights
A lit up sky

Grinning faces
Empty beer bottles
A night drank away

An excuse
A trick for happiness
To wash the world away

Turn back time
And the darkness rules
The burning of the flesh

Guy Fawkes sickness manipulated
He was ill in the mind
Yet we melt his skin away

He forgot his moral boundaries
So we kill his sickened head
We glorify his agony

Why do we remember
What some have forgotten
We rub the pain in their faces

In truth, we are the mentally disabled
We are the wrong-doers
Aren't we dark?