Carl Fraser Poet Rhyme

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

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Leo Larry Amadore October 26, 2012 at 10:53 AM I read your poem today, and liked your style and rhymes...your overall message, while admonitory, certainly may have merit...a bit more specificity might have cleared some of my confusion. Carl Fraser October 26, 2012 at 11:04 AM Dont know what to tell you Leo, the message is very clear, arming our children, whether to fight wars, or to create havoc at home, we as parents are responsible, yet the title refers to how God may view us as his creation gone bad.