A little death around the eyes

Creativity is lost, what more can I do,
Poetry does not flow,
How can I feel so strange?
I’ve got my false feelings,
I’ve got my false friends,
I feel alone, noone cares,
Hear the lies, hear the jeers,
The ‘faggot’ walks and talks so strange,
Clothes so obscene, so bazzare,
Change is bad, creativity wrong,
The scum gather, look the same,
An army of evil march the streets,
Purifying the city, cleaning the ‘mess’
The mess is I and little more,
Soon I will go or be gone,
Safety is limited, life dangerous,
Fuck Cork, fuck Ireland.
There must be something more.

Beaten and raped by the road side,
Beautiful girl, only fourteen,
She couldn’t run, she couldn’t hide,
The worst thing I have ever seen.

Her blood flows across the sky,
Culprits in jail forever and more,
Punishment for them a lie,
The girl, just another whore.

Her parents grieve, the nation mourn,
Locals flock and cry,
Another crime for them to scorn,
It’s the day society did die.

She lays in her coffin, cold and bare,
Nothing but the wood she’ll ever know,
Her life now a nightmare,
Nothing achieved, nothing to show.

Fools cause the rest of us fear,
Bright eyes and a menacing walk,
If you ever see them come near,
Get away quick, fast as a hawk.