Blood Tears Do not cry for the Human race Waste no tears of blood, do not stain your lace. They are their own disgrace Just take a good look around you every night. Homeless by the hundreds throng the streets Of their filthy cities everywhere you look. Their government just looks the other way Not wanting to admit that they need to pay. Look at the violent crimes around you People dying in droves, littering the landscape. All for what, my Children? The almighty dollar or their cart of cans. Then there are the rich, my Beloved Ones The very Ones who could help. Worrying instead if their fancy soup is cold Or their double breasted suit looks too old. Do not cry for these misbegotten Ones For they themselves waste not a tear. If you dont have as much as they do They simply dont know you. My Children of the Night Do not be afraid to take what you need. Sustain your own Eternal Life With the blood that would be spilled uselessly. Do not get too close to those who Deign to call themselves Human. Yet watch their own kind Suffer and starve. John E. Kelley, Sr. 1/26/15
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 05:19:31 +0000
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