Leave that fear behind.
As we watch childhood crimes.
The young begin the climb.
With the hopes of the home in hearts.
Sit and stew in numbing drool.
The eyes of forty-eight in bloodshot state.
Our minds infected with child's demise.
No, not my child.
We wash our filthy skin.
Not prying from the screens.
We weep, we scream, we break.
With each stab.
With each cannon.
We are destroyed.
We are turned to rubble.
Two will be spared.
Prized with a broken child in a spotless home.
A wrecked soul in warmful embrace.
And the process repeats.
We raise them for slaughter.
Our sons and daughters.
So got into this thing where I post a poem before each story. Anyways. About a year and a half ago (or is it 2 years) I wrote a story called Kids I Once knew and I really want to fix it up and do some drastic changes so I am redoing it! All of it!
So hopefully you enjoy. Follow, fav, review, all that jazz.