365 Days of Poetry 07/31/2010 Cost of Innocents

[David Hauser]

It’s a dead meat lullaby squirting blood in warrior’s eyes ravages of tormented men marking marks of rage and sin. Babies cradle rocks two and fro unafraid of lives renowned woes where mother weeping finds their children permanently sleeping. Pillages of merchant’s death extravagances caulks up to rent, stocks and bonds don’t make a dent on the rising cost of innocents. Lullaby and sweetly sleep as mankind stops his own heartbeat or feel a real need to end all wars mixing in a crucible of hate and gore.

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