Friday, May 29, 2015


Sucklings ripped from the breast
human slaughter
see them die
all crushed in little heads
filled with milk
mothers cry

Tiny arms wrapped round a leg
vacant eyes
stomach bloated
feel the hunger
see the suffering
another number has been noted

Line up the guns
and mow them down
see the bodies fall
no reason to whats been done here
mental illness
bitter gall

Man's capacity of inhumanity
left this darkened deadfall
corpses of those torture chambers
left to walk
memories endless hall