Another Purge Poem
The screams in the air
At anytime in the night
Of the victims of the annual purge
All walks of life getting away with murder
Night after purge night
Walking around outside would surely give you a fright
People with scary masks ready to kill you the first chance they get
You can run but can't hide because they know where to find you
And you'll be sure to die
Knives and saw blades cutting into the flesh
Taking great pride watching the victim's blood flow to the ground
While you laugh the night away