Mad Bombing

My head spinning like the earth

Laying down like a leaf drifting ,

falling gently on water.

Feeling madness and anger,

Keeping hold with heavy locked chains.

To brain wash, to keep a mad world in line.

To think anyone could do io.

metal ripping through everything as a hand dipping into water,

the ripping of meat, not the kind you eat, yet dead.

Three is the total number,

But will it count on or will it stop?

Now the true number is four.

It has stopped.

Justice will be found as he tries to hide,

As we shout and playing hide and seek.

We're healing, he's bleeding

we wrap large chains around his body

Yet he keeps quiet like an innocent  puppy.

But the balance scale will find darkness inside him,

As we still look for all information,

Hidden or pouring out like blood from a vein.