The Tree of Life
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An anti-Semite pruned the tree of life,
cutting branches with a sickle of hate.
He unleashed hell's fury in God's temple,
killing Jews, he swore to eradicate.
The faithful fell in a hail of bullets,
as a synagogue in agony; cried.
For as a raging madman kept firing,
Jewish friends and family members died.
Shepherds of this tight-knit community
were sacrificial lambs, culled from their flock.
And the slaughter of the feeble and meek,
sent the whole civilized world into shock.
A split nation's a breeding ground for hate,
political ire burns over the years.
And you cannot douse a forest fire,
with sob filled vigils of a trillion tears.
Empathetic feelings call for action,
but when given choices, folks choose their gun.
And thus, more innocent victims will die,
for this massacre won't be the last one.
(Quatrain)
Oct. 30, 2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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