This particular poem is basically from the heart. I experienced catharsis while writing this. Read it, think on it, understand it, and Constructively criticize it. Thanks. WHITE AND NOT RED IS THE NEW FREEDOM ROAD Bloodbath, MassacresLocomotically from the rising of the sun to the set-ing of the moon Down from the corners of the witches of east end Sprang forth from the northern wing To the sides polars wings in proximity to the source Organs liquidly clothed...