all ye little children…

lungs
filled with drops
of
death
children
drowned
in
others’ ignorance
babes
that couldn’t swim
in
the strong currents
of
political ambition
where
swift waters
of
self-obsession
pull
the innocent
into
the undertow
of
unofficial
campaign rhetoric
but
grave side mourners
should be
comforted
the dead
will be offered
prayers
from
their assassins
offered up
in
a voice
as
familiar
as
any traitor
of
life