Life doesn't hymn of all that's true,

Foul screeches way over room.

Newsflash-nosebleeds,

On cold-room flooring.

Ricochet anxiety.

Choke the 'peace' we possess.

Eavesdrop profane bells.

Evacuation memo of misery.

Self-defense-now 'terrorism'?

Thus knifed, to take the anti-sentiment?

Forget moldy dogmatic 'respect.'

If you plug hatred this way,

I'll end you.