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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Susan Avatar
April 19, 2011 at 9:03 AM
Once in a while there is a rhythm problem, but overall it's good. I like how you used "bastard" as a verb. Also, a powerful ending. So sad and horrific. It truly is an atrocity that people will do such things to other human beings, let alone babies.
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