"Heard the singers playing, how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, trying to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pouring, falling on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain."
Creedence Clearwater Revival ~ Who'll Stop the Rain
The world is bullet mad.
Anger twists tongues in to threats,
tomorrow smells like smoke.
How many bombs until
the earth is gone?
How much thirst until we’re dust?
Religion is collecting martyrs,
bartering evil for a god stamp.
Love is four letters of unknown.
Too many people are chasing endings,
betting on blood for new beginnings.
The world is bullet mad….
©Susie Clevenger 2017
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform