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Lullaby Of Death
Lullaby of Death
By Liz Peterson-Braveheart
You have no right
To bear your silent wish of death
Upon my brethren’s door,
You have no right.
You have no right
To cast your world of hate
Before my child’s eyes,
You have no right.
The wickedness you offer
On the table isn’t just,
And as you rant of guts and glory,
Your heart is cold,
A breach of trust,
You have no right.
To scowl, or render judgment
On such lies and fabrications,
And then gloat,
While bathed in rapture
Once more,
Hungry for ovation!
Then slay again!
You have no right.
To mothers and fathers,
Daughters, sons,
…and innocent babes,
Your desperate gnawing helps
To seal their lips
But not their might,
The beastly seed in you ignites,
And they lay naked on your platter
You call justice
As you feast with sheer delight?
You have no right.
Love and freedom suffocate,
In our ears the sound of silence
Is their last hurrah,
As you claim the spiteful anthem,
Your self righteous Lullaby of Death.
© 2010
This is about the death
This is about the death penalty, what it does to the families left behind and the children who grow up knowing we thirst for revenge in this way...I won't mention those found to be innocent after the fact through DNA evidence, lest I go on a rant.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "