Scars

Strangers are bad,

Unless good looking,

Killing for Mohammed is terrorism,

Because Jesus would never condone it.

Having children is admirable,

Because we couldn’t bare solitary confinement,

And don’t call life prison,

Because we are innocent!

So the innocent fools, with their euphemisms,

Makes a guilty man justified,

And the Holiest Fathers,

Serve different books,

But the same lies.

The same lies apply to agnostics,

They just don’t like reading.

The wolves look at the sheep

As something disgraceful,

At least the wolves take something down

Before they go.

And before they go they dig into the scars,

The scars are their only legacy.

And dynasties are something that live a little longer,

But they die too.

And death is what we wake from,

In this journey,

A journey something like a blind man drowning,

And only the honorable men

Cry as they see those strangers,

These strangers who must die,

Because death is the only salvation

For these unwanted children,

Who are only children,

Because they were unwanted in the first place.

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Luther Doyle's picture

I liked this one.