The many bodies laid broke,
So bloody,
Crying pain the words t’were spoke,
In wails of pails of their tears,
So bloody,
Playing upon the worse fears
Held by mothers in darkness,
Blood pooling,
Slayers of children’s kindness
Replaced with brutal slayers
Blood schooling,
Taught by misguided sayers
Misspelled misstaught and misspent,
Blood boiling
Minds of kind harshly are bent.

I taught you
The kite flies over the wall
The string broke

Gloom

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