State of Panic

A state of panic will be spread

As a sign of hope
I will be your shelter
I will be your salvation

Only your fear will prevail
I'll infiltrate your home
With a warm whispered sound

The doors are now open
As are the ones of a whole country
That bled on its beliefs

Out of my window, the glow, the warm, the red
A civil brothel
Selling his people for its mercy

A moment of comfort for broken men
A moment of peace or final relief