The years spent by a nurturing and caring hand
Life as precious as her life . . . gone in a second
Ignoring life in satisfaction
of a promise
An action that seems to be a
blatant excess
For
even a beast’s life is precious, man’s life should be
God
offered the life, only He, can take it away
The authority, supposed to be
the protector
Appears
to be the punisher and masked aggressor
Yet,
the lies and insistence that all is in triumph
Seemingly
giving the people nothing but false hope
To
defend is not to transgress, saying it’s legal
Man
is not a toy but with flesh and blood that’s real
The intent that is supposed
to be for everyone
A good intent yet wrong . . .
the manner how it is done
For when the implementation
is not what we hope for
All is off-beam . . . then
the graveyard is only for the poor
