FIESTA BRAVA

FIESTA BRAVA 

Glaring in fiery strides 
Peering into hell
It doesn't matter 
Who survives 
These red flags wave
But we never knew
The flowers we gave
Were a torment in pointless blood 
Beyond a well budgeted payment 
Sits in sickening love
The quiet thought in her brains
Only spoke 
In pathetic complaints 
As if the moment drearily spent
Was purely hers alone
In her own government 
But there's no worrying mama 
There will not be withheld in me
A drop of bad karma.