Genocide, By Brian37

The child cries

The child screams

The child dreams

The child has weapons

The sense of fair

Tossed aside

In the sandbox

Of selfish desires

Daddy promised me

This fictional utopia

I must defend his honor

To get my future reward

What ever it takes

Whom ever I kill

Is the blood

That must be shed

For it is mine

I am the chosen

I am special

In this 7 billion

I am the elite

I have the right

My book tells me

To continue to fight

I am the child

In the sandbox

Justifying horrors

At the expense of others

The final act

An orgy of violence

Daddy loves me best

Torture to the rest

Revenge is not corrective

Merely reflective

Of insecurity

And jealousy

The scorched earth

Is all you want

A fictional nipple

At the expense of the species

As long as you get

What you want

Who cares that genocide

Is the cost