Francis Meyrick

To You Servants of Cruelty

Words cannot describe
Our sadness.

What Man has done to Man
This insanity
The best efforts of the feeling scribe
Fail
Utterly
To convey
In any meaningful way
The intensity of grief
The Dreamer feels
When the cruel, heartless thief
Steals
What is precious beyond the written word.

The Innocence, the Hope
The feeling
From those little ones, whose eyes
Once shone, brightly
With the rightful expectation

of Love.

Are you men?
Or are you beasts?
Are your minds that weak?
Your eyes that blind?
Your hearts…
That withered?

You lower us all.
You lower the entire Human Family.
Into a dark abyss.
You bring shame on all our heads.

What madness holds your soul,
so firmly,

in its fatal grip?

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on September 26, 2014, 9:45 am