I’ve opened the windows to my soul

’ve opened the windows to my soul
And looked in anguish at the events of the world
While tears are subject to fall
I arrest their attempts
And armed myself with this pen
And fire these words at the devious hearts
Of supreme and unjust living
May their blood spill endlessly
For the limb, the hand and head
For the famine and refugees
Their senseless wars have bred
I am a member of RSP (Regular Suffering People)
So I posses similar traits as those suffering rebels
Fortified to take charge to bring about some change
But I’ve learned to cock back my pen instead
And load the bodies of men with thoughtful shells