Rejection

Tears of blood is all they took,

Upon a casted shadow,

Words were spoken, truth was dark,

Catastrophic fires without a spark.

A round and round a merry go ride,

Alas but not to swallow ones pride.

Lead me to the wolf to death,

As the multitude holds their breath.

Run a rope around my neck,

As I uselessly fight back.

And drop me like a cigarette butt,

On the blackened hard cement.

As the multitude nods and laughs in a lost regress.