Shunned

There's brutal weapons in our children's hands, Oh how can we elders not take the blame; For leading innocence down the road to hell, And teaching them to dance too near the flame. "For the common good of all mankind," we say And smile when they believe the lie; Then place eternal blinders on their brainwashed heads, And send them off for us too die. Who will answer for their damaged souls, after all their hope is dead and gone; And who will give account to our creator above, For making it all turn out so wrong. I hang my head in utter shame of fellow man, For the ugly species we always portray; If we are made in the image of our God above Oh how his head must turn away. Carl Fraser