Smiling Babies

All these smiling, blooming babies,

dancing, writhing in the daisies-

make me foaming, rabid 





If they charge with wand in hand,

to save the hopeless and the damned

And staunch the endless flow of blood,

we would surely all be drowned,

6 feet under, in the ground-

And who among us left to judge,

Explain those words of peace and love,

 To each and every corpse decaying

 in the Crimson, rotting, 

stinking mud…


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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