Holiday — a twisted spree, It hunts, it stalks, it waits for thee. In calendars, it’s plain to see, Red on white — it beckons me. Holiday — its hour is near, Some face their doom, consumed by fear. A carnival of booze and cheer, Knives flash, blood falls — someone’s in tears. Holiday — it hunts, it slays, No escape, no hiding place. Holiday — it thrills, it sways, A glittering mask on a hollow face. Holiday — a fleeting craze, Kids dance and laugh in reckless play. Grandparents watch with weary gaze, While parents sink in drunken maze. Holiday — it’s wild, it’s raw, Some lose their grip, defy the law. From eighth floor down, a fatal call, No thought, just chaos — death takes all. Holiday — it hunts, it slays, No escape, no hiding place. Holiday — it thrills, it sways, A glittering mask on a hollow face. Holiday — a trap, a lie, Brief spark of joy, then hopes run dry. Screams echo loud in barren squares, Where’s your dawn? Just night’s cold stare. Holiday — crowds storm the sun, Slogans roar, the fight’s begun. Against the state, their voices hum, Riot shields clash — no one outrun. Holiday — it hunts, it slays, Footsteps close, can’t break away. Holiday — it thrills, it sways, Laughter cracks, the dark holds sway. Holiday — it masks, it blinds, Truth dissolves, fear binds the mind. Holiday — it gives, it takes, Price too steep, no soul’s awake. Holiday — from dusk till dawn, A fleeting warmth, then it’s withdrawn. In ancient times, they’d pray, they’d bow, Kept holidays holy — not like now.
