Never Close Your Eyes Poem by Christopher White

Hatred is a breath of air, never fresh,
Breathed by those who can never, endeavour
To see a life celebrated, or world rejoiced
As hell is all they see, change is all they fear.
Blades that drip red onto the floor,
At the feet of the suffering,
Who have suffered even more
At the hands of a closed book.
Rifles that fire for all of our sakes,
Doing us the greatest favour,
A favour we never wanted
But a favour we will never regret.
The innocent kneel down, helpless and tired
Infront of the guilty, troubled and corrupt
And are asked to repent, for their sins
As guilt enters their soul, through their hearts.
Murder, rape, torture, pain, war,
This world has its bed made.
People will forever hold the hand
Of the evil shadows that stand,
In the darkness,
Praying for us to fall
To the floor, covered in blood.
The blood of our mistakes.
With the curtains closed,
We are blind to the world.
Our children are safe
And our lovers are unscathed
But our brothers are dying
And our sisters are scared.