What makes you think,
you own the world?
What ideology has bolden you
to be cruel?
You who oppress the innocent
and make their dwelling desolate.
You are a monster created by the
deceitful ideology and terror and violence
is the only gift you can give.
Your place is not in the place of prayer.
When your hands are soaked with blood.
What doctrine has made you so cruel?
When will the monster in you be tamed?
When you kill,
do you hear the cry of the little baby?
Your conscience is gone.
Long gone with the wind.
The Mourners
Gabriel Dallong
Poet's note: My deep hate for violence.
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Poem topics: baby, wind, world, innocent, long, hear, gift, prayer, doctrine, conscience, monster, place, ideology, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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