The Bloodfall at Ocean Drive

Cradled between the hill and the sea, 

Is a Bloodfall, 

Of all the kills you didn't see. 

It's a brilliant red, 

Glinting against the sun. 

It smells a little of iron. 

And of fresh bullets from a gun. 

There's a Bloodfall at Ocean Drive, have you seen it? 

It's a sight to behold, come on friends, I really mean it. 

A beautiful sight, 

That cascading crescent. 

Come spend all your money here,

A land welcoming 

The princes, paupers and peasants.

A lord's blessing. 

A gift for a daughter to find her essence. 

It's a gift is what it is. 

So pure and untouched. 

A birthright for us. 

Nothing unjust.

There's a Bloodfall at Ocean Drive, have you seen it? 

It's a sight to behold, come friends, I really mean it. 

Captured it and gave it a freedom as a token. 

Perhaps it was a beast and we poked it? 

And now it's woken. 

Still so fragile, so it must be broken. 

Tame it or rope it. 

Tie it up and dope it. 

Flood it with madness till its choking. 

Why is it still hoping? 

There's a Bloodfall at Ocean Drive, have you seen it? 

It's a sight to behold, come friends, I really mean it. 

But now it seems another floods about to burst. 

Pull up old blueprints, go on and dam it.

Bloody blood, can you feel my thirst? 

There were folks starving elsewhere, maybe understand it. 

The Bloodfall is the beauty, the Bloodfall is mine. 

It makes the sound of a million screams, 

But look how it does shine!

There's a Bloodfall at Ocean Drive, have you seen it? 

(The article above is a work of pure fiction and satire. Any resemblance with any person, organisation or entity living or dead is purely coincidental.)