To be
Or not to be
A horse
A force
We see
With
A friend on the fifth
Of November
Tragically
The human race
Is a disgrace
Night time fear and rage
Clearly off the page
Explosions somehow build
Flashes all around the field
Crescendo’s stoked with fire
Such agony is dire
Fireworks frighten so
To hell in fact we go
Children encouraged to
Light blue paper
As some do
Hear the fizzle followed by
An awful bang
My question why
Golden rain
It feels insane
Silver thrust
Oh the disgust
Fear and fright
On the dark night
Shivering quivering
Blithering blight
guy is burning
It’s concerning
His face has turned white
Shiver my liver
Riven broken
Flash bombs exploding
The foreboding
Death defying
Our hearts are crying
Fireworks fear
It all feels clear
Fireworks night
Just isn’t right