Prisoners of War

Sun, 01/25/2015 - 21:34 -- krosi

Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries

Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight

Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor

Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war

Little hands reaching out, such a feeble life 

Sagacious on the facts of what it takes to survive 

Run away and hide away, avoid being heard and seen

Here comes the monster muffle up that scream

They are nothing more but innocence

Slaughtered merely for their existence

This world is an abattoir

Moribund are the prisoners of war

Once they are taken captive, inmates they become

Until their execution, the warden beats them numb

In need of affection, but are given aversion instead

Convicted to years of torture and later sentenced to death

Remember the welcoming hands that now have ravaged trust

Beware of strangers and of those who should be giving love

Are monsters the parents, the family, or a stranger?

Baffled are the prisoners of war

Huddled in a corner, terrified of what is to come

Pain that lasts forever a life poisoned with venom

Bruised, starved, assaulted, can they take another strike?

The jail guards know just what to do n order to make them die

Rescue will come their way if help would quit averting their eyes

One better mind his own business and stay out of others' lives

Everyone sees the damage happening but what should they help for?

The prisoners never see help coming, it's like a two sided mirror

Horrendous memories of agony will never fade away

They attempt to slay the body like a victim of gunplay

Perhaps these memories will stop but alas there is no cure

Done for are the prisoners of war

What is this world coming to when tykes are made for extermination?

One can be successful in selfishness but fail at salvation

Didn't know, didn't see, didn't hear, and didn't care

Excuses will be your enemy in times of desperate affairs

Shall we just sit here and watch as the cherubs die

Dogs of war join us in a battle to save their lives

Kick down every locked door and execute the monsters

Set free the little striplings and heal the hurting martyrs

Traumatized and weak, it's enough to make you heartsore

Save the prisoners of war




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