Demons hiding in the glow
of their fluorescent light.

Bastards drunk with power,
bearing their gifts of despair.

Our inheritance they deny.

They poison our minds;
they torment our lives.

We die,
for the sake of their wickedness.

This soil is ours;
the clean air we will breathe,
for free.

No more paper promises.
Let’s release the dogs of war.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones