The child killers

I wrote this poem in late November 2005 and added another verse in October 2014, and yet another tonight.

Tony, George and all the rest
Where do you get off
Aren’t you pleased
Aren’t you content
How many more children will you kill
Before you’re done

From the moment they open their eyes
You are there, lessening their lives
You are many, you are never alone
In your zeal to destroy
Any shred of innocence

What goes through your mind
As you sit there
Around the square table
Concocting your insane schemes
Your tyranny of convenience

It gets to us
No matter how spirited
We might be
It gets to us, you know
The shit of the current world
You perpetuate and tend

Aren’t you pleased
Aren’t you content
How many more candles
Will you put out
Before your day is done

David, Barack and all the rest
Where do you get off
Aren’t you pleased
Aren’t you content
How many more children will you kill
Before you’re done

Donald, Keir and all the rest
Where do you get off
Aren’t you pleased
Aren’t you content
How many more children will you kill
Before you’re done

Two different major political parties/factions in each country, and it’s all the same.
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This poem is part of my collection Secrets