Kill The Kids

His blood spills
Down over the floor
Bruises raining down
From every angle
Clutching his throat
Gasping for air
He sees his mother
Right before his eyes
But she can’t help
Institutionalised hatred
Over a fucking number.

Another boy falls.
The lights flash.
Blood oceans form
But what does it change?

Notice how the liquor store opens
When the school gates close?
Notice how the pubs fill
When the sun goes down?
Notice how the pigs flee
When everyone needs them?

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