Targets

Life is a video game
reality is the crossfire of the insane.
Targets
don’t you feel pain?
don’t you ashamed?
who is to blame?
who set the flame?
targets is the name of the game?
some of us are victims
shooters are the looters are the targets
so insane don’t you feel a nuclear rain
in life’s video game?
We’re all targets in the sewer.
See the sunshine.
Targets in the rain
feel the shame are to blame
Targets
Do you see the boats that glow in the dark
of the targets under radar
hear the targets, see the targets, we’re all targets
Are you the hunter or the hunted?
Are you targets?
Here’s the bullseye
you’re all targets
targets