Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Hunters

Look up at the raging, blood red sky.

We're hunters now, you and I.

People call us too cruel,

But we can't help it, rules are rules.

So let us be their kings and queens,

And they'll be our peasants!

War can't be undone or unseen,

So now I think we deserve heavens!

Look up at the last of the sun,

Sleeping in the sky, having way too much fun.

People say we'll be horrible rulers,

We only want to banish those rumors.

The urge for power can't be killed,

And we're noble, and we're skilled!

I'm all sure that we'll succeed.

So come on, we shall fulfill the need!

We're killers now, you and I,

And it's useless to try and hide.