My Dear Children

My Dearest Children

Lay scattered on the floor

Heads, many heads separated from their bodies

wilting under the sun

their blood and beauty wasted

The murderer took a machete to their

slender necks

for they wouldn’t

be the perfect toy

to the hairy

Murderer.

My day was

miserable for I

was left to mop up their mangled

decapitated bodies

and wilting heads.

I wept at the loss of beautiful children

Children that would not see tomorrow.

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