Innocent Blood

Innocent Blood

By J.Lynne Moore

Weak willed minds,
Brought to their knees,
With words of hate,
Carried on a breeze.

Demonized thoughts,
Manifest pain and death;
The world’s a stage,
They play Macbeth.

Slay the innocent,
For reasons unknown.
Where is their heart?
Has it turned to stone?

Blood in the streets,
Runs fresh each day;
Can’t we just stop…
And find a better way!?!

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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