A  bedtime story for rude children,

Poems by Oscar

Blood Stained Hands 

I cried for the truth and all I got was rain.
Sky so dark and heavy, blood stained rain.
I want peace, and I want love.
I want to break free.…
How much love did it take.
How much hate did it take.
I felt my heart break from my mind with the shake.
I cried for the truth.
Blood Stained Heart and Hands.

By Oscar