Northern Ghosts Poem by Charles Bernard

Hate hate the screamed with so much energy
The marched destroying all values in their path
With blood shot eyes the touched their cities
A beautiful arson they have parfected

The soothes settle on the empty roads
A silent town of wandering ghosts the have created
Ghosts of the hundred that litter the street
Their crime their fate, their predicament their root

The crying ghosts of the north i call them
Crying for vegence and revenge
Wispering to the dumb leaders, cries of oppression
Silently the world watched while they died
The ghost in the north are left to wander forever