There is a building,
it stands on many country sides,
the many distorted colors, is what it is creating,
inside are stories that these walls hide,
a crowded place where they have to reside.
Now this building is the only nightmare they know,
but soon, they will have to face a hell of their own,
some stand in mud that comes up to their knees in the cold,
while to others, the loss of life is what the ropes hold,
a pain haunts each of them in the heart,
as they hear the cries of others when the weapons dart,
now look into their precious eyes,
please try to understand,
how much their soul is traumatized,
they are aware of every shatter,
every movement,
to each of them it is their life that matters,
during this time,
they are treated so horribly,
by reckless gestures,
and why, they don't understand,
but they know soon down the road, it will be their life that will be at hand.
It is not just the killings,
it is the suffering that drags this on,
and the ones that are willing,
to let that innocence be gone,
why is the outcome what people adore,
when it is like the holocaust, in its own form,
these people are not seeing worth in another's life,
something they hold onto, when they hold that knife.
Now their bodies are relentlessly cut and shipped to stores,
they are packed all nice to try to hide the gore,
but as the cashier stands scanning this in hand,
it's a continuous symbol of the hell were supporting,
and the horrible life they never deserved to have.
©2003 Molly Nicole