The Profit

swift justice

When children kill we wring our hands and cry –
“The kingdom’s here and now and Christ is not
The crucified!” Confused, we butterfly
Our judgment, dissect humanity, gut
The soul and pick apart the truth. We love
Our sins so much we give them tongue to speak….
So heaven’s here and cold as stone above –
While hell’s beneath us. Spatchcock
The conscience, too, o modern primitive!
The temple’s vatic whisper will indict
Though pills become our lusty palliative
And love of death becomes our civil right.
We pay our tongues to serve the talk of peace –
We kill our kids so they can take our place.


  1. Big Jon Bully says

    Precisely! Great poem!

  2. Big Jon Bully says

    I know that I’m just awaiting moderation and all, but what is that picture?

  3. Big Jon Bully says


  4. That’s a good drawing but that sort of thing might happen.

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