No pop corned dreams anymore the virgin screens bled..
Fools.. we made.. now crawl from the scenes..
And use our weapons of imagination.. against us..
As a weakened mind.. explodes his delirium.
The wound of millions of eyes… lie naked and open..
While the multicolored scenes..play on.. louder still..
People screaming .. and run to exits from hell..
Safety died that day..in a pool of tears.
Jokers play no jokes anymore..
They plan disasters and rain pain on the innocent
He couldn’t paint his shame away
Hid behind those damned bullets of hate…
And the Day is still crying..
Heroes shielded their loves.. and spent their blood
The precious dead cry out to us
In the midst of dark nights they teach us how to shine
The good they did..IS.. the movie..we need to see.