-Justified Infanticide-
Forgotten how to write!
no poetry left in me tonight
no food in my belly, either
just bombs on the telly
and sycophantic sacks of jelly
that wobble through the entertainment
while we maim the kids with bullets we sent
or some sucker, pushing a button
paid by some fucker, at Halliburton.
but its ok!, as we suck in the tube
forget the carnage, in favour of boobs
cause they titillate the senses
and keep you occupied
while distracting your defences
so all the liars can do what they want
leaving the bill, while the money they flaunt
and all it cost was your democracy
innocence lost due to apathy.
So I've forgotten how to write
no pretty words left in me tonight
whilst we justify the death-toll
as you stuff another jelly roll
into that corpulent abyss
that's never filled but always remiss
and we pretend that we do it for love
buts its fear that we sow from above
and all the while we try to justify,
the bombs, and bits of bodies that fly,
into the misery of innocence lost
the wicked souls aren't counting the cost
they just don't give a shit
its just another massive economic hit
and all the while your watchin your telly
mesmerized as your stuffing your belly
justified infanticide
hows that make you feel inside?
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
