Triumphant Trumpets

A random interesting poem

Triumphant 
Trumpets
Blast there tune
One full of supposed hope
Only waiting of ruin
As the moon sits in a lonely  crescent
Bright and fluorescent 
Covering the desperate landscape
And what could escape 
Our monstrosity
Can't you see 
That where trapped 
While they say we're free
Where killing 
When we tell them 
To let us be 
Can't you see and smell 
The hypocrisy 
In the air 
Who could care
Who could share
There home there money there life 
So people weren't threatened with a gun or knife
If people would be nicer
Then so would there kids
Our all in bids

Author's Note

Another random midnight writing i got the word triumphant and created this