DEAD STONES

This piece is dedicated to all the victims of senseless cruel violence and their families, who had to suffer untold agonies because of the horrific circumstances surrounding their loved ones demise.
Each day we’re assailed by news about the lose of a fellow human being, by the hands of other human beings(?)
Where is the justification for this?
When can loved ones go out without fear for their safety by those left at home? Who is safe? Where is safe? When will this sacrilege stop???????

DEAD STONES

Deaf stones dead, work up to a frenzy
Hate and spite that shame the devil’s vile
And make a saint of this known evil

A circle of hounds palpitates for human blood
Their sickening sense of smell sniff out a victim
Another sacrifice to the concocted altar

As entreating pleas rise up to sneering ears
Bloodstained limbs splay in helpless agony
Writhing in the throes of a senseless sentence
With gaping eyes bleak with frantic horror

A body mangled by cruel heavy thuds
Another gorged by cold steel slashes
Yet another charred by licking withering tongues
All beyond the threshold of mortal endurance

A mother’s child
A creator’s creature
Lynched upon the judgement of ordinary slime
Dreams cut short by dreamless maggots
Never again to behold the stare of loved ones

Where did the shepherds go while the hounds slayed the sheep
And feed their guts to the obstinate fly?
It’s one sheep too many for a shepherd’s lose

My heart bleeds sorrow, pain and fury
That the lot of man will defend innocence
By a casual curiosity and a click of flash
While the eye of innocence grows dim by the terror of violence