A baby wrapped up in bullets carbines at her side

Bullets and machine guns
the swaddling clothes of those
whose hearts are vile and wilful
and from this so much grows
an anger ad a virulence
that pollutes our whereabouts
the resentment and the rancour
that is bound to fester doubts
that may taint the new born souls
enraging all who see this
preparing them for roles
the epitome of violence
a hatred from the core
the power of provocation
that no one dare ignore
this is an awful statement
a dreadful glimpse of how
man can lose his marbles
and drift down in the now
to use a face of innocence
to get a point across
is an evil that’s beyond us
that represent a loss
a loss of all that’s decent
about the human soul
who feels the violent hatred
and the passion to control
this image is a sick one
this baby know not why
she’s pictured as she is
inside perhaps she does cry
for humanity absolves her
but those who created this
were misguided and maladjusted
and were headed for the abyss