Slaughter of the Innocent
A month before my life began
A man decked out in robes of black
Gave the world the chance to end
My life before its start.
What is this strange philosophy
Predicated on convenience
That made the choice of death for me
Before I drew first breath?
It seems I had no choice in this
No rights debated or applied
In this death crazed society
My choices all were nullified.
This holocaust of mans fierce pride
These death camps disinfected rooms
Tear from my body whatever needs
Proved righteous motivation.
Were you in the "Well of Souls"
When God first called my name?
Equipping me with traits and talents
Holy omniscience in grace supplied.
Life created within a garden
Placed to live in paradise
When tempted to revolt,
Failed in the choice to glorify.
So it goes through all of creation
Mans dominion proclaimed freewill
Leads down the path toward its own end.
Leaving in its wake
A blackened lifeless scorched creation
This age of foolish pride
Has chosen its own ending,
Beginning with my life.
Copyright © Mary Kate Marozas | Year Posted 2021
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