Slaughter Of The Lambs

The lambs, the innocent,
Snared in a slaughter,
Merely the victims of circumstance.
Caught in the middle,
And lacking any defense are they,
These victims of selfishness.
Families suffer starvation,
Not of earthly famine,
But by a dictator's misguided rule.
Homeless die on frozen streets,
Because the more fortunate,
Can't see past their heated homes.
The blameless child,
Gets ripped to shreds emotionally,
Caught in the ravages of divorce.
The lively, productive elder person,
Now dwindles away to nothing,
Because of a family that doesn't care.
The aborted babies,
Having no voice in the matter,
Are sired and killed by selfish motives.
And what of the spiritually lost,
Destined for an eternity in Hell,
For the lack of a witness.
These are lambs all,
Young and old, male and female,
Cruelly slain by selfish desire.
When will it end??

© 05/20/98 by David L. Henkel

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