The Murder of the Innocents.

The child’s eyes are closed
and her heart stops beating.
War showing again its yellowed
face of cowardice and words

The Tithes of Prejudice

They tenderly picked up her body, wonderfully made, brutally murdered, Her intelligence snuffed out, her wisdom lost, her mothering care gone. Society wept, crying against the constant bombardment of hate, hate, hate, spoken through the media social, the radio, the speeches and the street, as it wielded a gun, killed her, willed her death, for… Continue reading The Tithes of Prejudice