Sunday Mourn

*Jean Bernard Restout* Morpheus

I Wish
The
Idle
Gods
Would
Make
It
Snappy,
And
Bring
Back
The
Time
When
We
Were
Innocently
Happy.
Every
Day
Now
Is
A
Death
Threat,
Disease
Plotting
To
Steal
Our
Breath,
And
Crazed
Gunmen
Haunt
The
Street,
Ready
To
Make
Our
Day
Complete.
How
Can
We
Fashion
A
Drastic
Change,
And
Rearrange
Our
Stubborn,
Collective
Head,
Before
We’re
All
Dead?