Stanza Iii: the Death of Innocents
singsong voices fill the air
well, it would seem we've not a care
in the world, though it is grey
we only laugh. we don't pray
all the difficulties we ignore
though they happen right before
our very eyes
so it should come as no surprise
when the blood of children fills the skies
now we know they've not a care
as our singsong voices fill the air
Copyright © Persileen Grace Moore | Year Posted 2012
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