I Dig This Title Malice In Blunderland
MALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and b*****s
S**t I couldn’t do that if I were offered untold riches
All the money in the world couldn’t motivate me to commit such an atrocity
As the blood of beautiful babies flow due to a self-serving monstrosity
I hear of all the babes who are stabbed, shot or beaten to death
The tiny ones who were only recently blessed by their first birth’s breath
But all too soon a baby’s blessing of breath becomes an acerbic curse
When heathens head a hoard of men to codify the madness of a monster or worse
The devil is their kin while hellish horror is their credo and misbegotten belief
Because too many babes are born to be baptized and bastardized by gargantuan grief
It’s a staggering and insipid account I hear of far too often
With snapshots in living color of another corpse in a tiny coffin
Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call
How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand
As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul
All the acts of slaying infinite infants who were birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized by
all
babies are being butchered by brutal brutes with despicable malice
As some heinous individual ignores the severity of a parent’s needs
While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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