End of Innocence
There will be no torn howl
to shriek into the ears of conscience
no ripping breath of hearts demented
the sacrificial embryo
will pass, unrepentant
Gather you all to the desperate font
come hither for the assassins scrutiny
in lamentation binds your children
to bring them in such apathy
to the excesses of purgatory
Be scathed and damned for such choices
it was thy own impeached soul
who bartered usance for all their futures
then slit the throat of all their voices
and then sold them for today
Traitors stitch the wounds of innocence
With an excuse
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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