Colin F. Jones
You who murdered! I hope you cannot sleep!
That you lie each night in your victims screams,
And wade through blood that is nostril deep,
That swirls with torment vivid in your dreams.
Did you enjoy your killing spree,
The begging agony of their eyes?
That saw not what you could see,
The hate in you that all despise!!
Some soldiers murder – don’t they mate?
Use their privilege to declare,
In vile action, their cruel hate
Then later seek forgiving care!
Oh yes! I hope your Devils win,
And burn your soul for your foul sin.
©Copyright March 20, 2002 by Colin F. Jones