The Innocent Always Die The flaring fire Violently licks Across the, Lacerated land, Blistering the flesh of the fragile, Fetuses And the Corrosive corpses. And One. By. One. The. Innocent. Die! The bleeding babies Howl Horrifically, As the pepper pain Penetrates, Through their brittle bones Snapp ing them Like Tree, branches In a winter storm. And One. By. One. The. Innocent. Die! The br o k en Boys, Sew up their Screaming scars, With military Machinery And golden Guns. Wearing mechanical masks They aim, shoot and Kill. And. One. By. One. The. Innocent. Die. The ghastly girls, Tremble terribly As their bodies Are battered, Beaten and Bruised. By the anarchical animals Who enjoy the taste Of virtuous virgins. And. One. By. One. The. Innocent. Die! The mediocre men Fiercely fight Like wild wolves, For their feeble freedom. But are shot down With bloating bullets And growing grenades. And. One. By. One. The. Innocent. Die! The Innocent Will Always DIE!
I like it especially the word choice. I'm not sure about the prose too strung out. The repition isn't too repitive I mean it isn't boring or preachy. This poem has "it" w/e it is.
Really good. Sounds like something a soldier coming home from Iraq might be thinking of. I like the style of creating a long collum instead of other more traditional forms.
i liked it except for one thing. when you described the men as "mediocre" i didnt like that, it just didnt seem right somehow. but you obviously have talent
Yes we all die. Some people want to go with their innocence intact. But what is inncocence and who has it?
