BuiltWithNOF
Innocent Blood
How many have
The blood of the innocent on their hands
How many go to bed with the suffering
Of the innocent on their conscience
 
Wondering how
Yes how you justify the blood
The innocent blood
 
Go ahead
Explain away the suffering
Convince me as to the reasons
For so much blood and suffering
 
Call me delinquent
A  menace to society
Even condemn me
View me with
Suspicion, hostility, contempt
But I refuse to be
Part of this hypocrisy
 
But how much
Was the count today
How  many did you murder today
How much innocent blood did you spill
 
Off to your home and family
All safe and secure
But what about those families
The ones you destroyed today
Compounding the misery
Of their everyday survival
 
Yes the murderers running loose
From street corners
To heads of governments
All the world over
Murderers
Innocent blood
Blood and suffering.

 

[Home] [About] [Contact Us] [Poetry] [My Poetry] [Featured Poem] [User Poems] [Three Poems] [Events] [Guidelines] [Legal]