Killing Innocence

Killing Innocence

Like anyone else I question where I am,

Where has the road brought me, is it sham?

From pages of uncertainty to perfect obscurity,

The place in which I’m standing, tainted insanity.

The world outside my door boasts of animosities,

Angry words rip holes in souls creating atrocities.

Hatred for each other it’s easy to see,

Wars bought by a select few, carnage plenty.

Angry eyes watch injustices steal life’s promise,

Taking liberty, prosperity, equality, and even our solace.

Burnt souls remain in the wake of greedy men,

Who shout from rooftops we must make amends.

Vanity swallows what little common sense remains,

As flood after flood of blinding propaganda inflames.

Dead burying the dead as we push our way forward,

Spurred by elected stupidity, leaving graves to be sorted.

This isn’t a new event or some spontaneous undertaking,

Centuries-old is the regale, the admission of those killing.

Hiding from sight in offices high and lifted up,

Ones who willingly sanction sacrifice with a lifted cup.

Results are always the same where innocence is slain,

On streets, in alleyways, or in crop fields blood stained.

Is there anyone who will care in a year maybe two,

About the lives of the innocent once vibrant and new?

Is there ever a reason, a purpose for drawing straws,

To slaughter sinless citizens, leaving officials to applause.

There are those who speak with rancor, it’s often heard,

But little is done to stop aggression, it’s all absurd.