watering death

as i sit staring through this windowpane
i see pain
not only see but feel also
physically and mentally the same accord
only one spews putts of blue purple
the other spews putts of red orange
one has been beaten and bruised
and the other has been shot and slayed
unsaved is our world
humanity is insane
or is it me
maybe its just me
maybe i care too much
you see death has a son
and his name is violence
roses are red for the bloodshed
violets are blue for the violence
and we water those plants
with guns,drugs and money
unexplainable measures of watering those plants
so they can bloom, bloom the beautiful rose of blood
bloom the beautiful violet of violence
water them with the guns and money
because the more you feed death the faster it comes
so put down those guns
because a gun is the H the money is the 2 and drugs are the o
so with that being said help and please stop watering death