they kill children

They kill, children A hum of silence met me Dead babies everywhere like dolls on the filthy carpet a lone soldier guarded the ghastly scene looked stunned and dazed, said we had to do this they are the enemy of tomorrow a man in a protective suit and mask came in spraying white snow like powder, covering the horror body fluid ran out of me and covered the floor an ice rink of sin I was drowning, but how to swim in this torrent  of sweat coming out of every poor The soldier who had shot the children shot himself the man in his protective suit said he was weak, not  the type of soldiers we need The dead children, they would have become Hamas of the future Lethargy and helplessness  My inaction had condemned me for all time the morning sun refused to shine over this devastation  Forever, we have to struggle in a fog of depravity