My poem on a nation's complicity in the unchecked serial murders of its young.
Slaughter of the
Innocents, Cheered on by Corrupt Gun-Loving Rulers
Nation of shame
Monument of hate
Begetter of falsehoods
Despoiler of truth
Bringer of early death
Child-killer, Love-stealer, blood-spiller
Eater of death, Denier of life, Destroyer of hope
Extinguisher of the flame of life, Bringer of ash, Digger of
graves
Consumer of all that is good and kind and healthy, Cup-bearer
of tears
Cry, the once Beloved Idea, weep for the love that was, the honor,
pride, and
truth of a world, a place, a country any just soul would fly
to in time of need. Now all we
need is a shovel, a plot of bare earth, a tired muscle, a
withered heart, to bury all that once we loved
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