Where are we now
at the sight blood
we no longer quiver.
However are in a state of wow
as bodies lay drained of blood
we laugh are until the show deliver.
We watch, shocked, asking how
never taking our eyes off the blood.
We watch the movies while our souls flow down the river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spectaters...just a thought.