one each to a man
men, boys fathers and sons ... all stirred to lofty brave honorable servants,
in loins for love and hearts for blood lust,
how many wielders of killing instruments, doth ye want of empty hands ,
... what numbers...
I am broken, a debt of the innocents,
so great I could not comprehend the weight,
immobile, a transient,
carry only your thoughts with you,
a smile undeniably yours only,
a truthful sincere,
shared to no one...
by dawn the gentle rays creeps alike a thief from yonder,
as if fearful of being trapped, bounds up high,
warmth no longer gently prickles the air, arousing the wind;
churning oceanic clouds float in to scorn blistering...
her sight was infriged upon and she complied
in her bold hand was placed a weapon but she wields it not
the lifted scales were tilted when Justice was saught
all was unknown except what they knew
tainted thoughts that imperils...