Blood On Your Hands

Arrest the one who did this to me Who slit a whole in my sanity? Seize the one who left me for dead Who gave up a seed and fled When she bled. Capture the ones who whispered all lies Who cut down the walls between their two thighs? Incarcerate the rats who put on a show Abandoned these angels and never watched them grow. No one will own up to what they have done Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons No one will fess up to this lost generation They must reach out their hands to the Father of all creation. One day all men will give an account Fathers please read the Sermon on the Mount One day your actions that lead children astray Will cause you dismay “What will you say?” What will you say? What will you say? On judgment day... No one will own up to what they have done Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons No one will fess up to this lost generation Just Reach out your hands to the Father… of all creation. By. Sabina Nicole