Malice In Thunderland

MALICE IN THUNDERLAND New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and bi**hes 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 far too often With snapshots in living color and living rooms of another corpse in a tiny coffin Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand The act of slaying infinite infants who were birthed by the grandiose and grand There is no redemption nor repentance these reprobates could ever summon to mitigate their reprehensible deeds As some heinous individual ignores the deep severity of a parent's needs Baptized babies are being butchered by brutal brutes with despicable malice While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice © 2011.…..Phreepoetree