It Is A Gruesome Job

It is a gruesome job to identify So many innocent little bodies Such a sad massacre boggles the mind To see the execution of so many healthy babies Such criminal and sickening events defy The raison d'être and prove how unkind And brutal the devils can be at times They kill for pleasure, for pennies and dimes This is an unspeakable crime, an unthinkable tragedy This is sad beyond belief; this is torturing humanity. Death is always abrupt and painful The passing of a love one is hurtful The massacre of our children is dreadful There are no words to express the full Impact of such a pounding to the heart The arbitrary execution of so many God's children Is beyond belief, it is the worst pain That one can imagine, it is the worst feeling That one can sustain, it is having the rope suffocating The body, the soul, the mind and the spirit It is a gruesome job to identify so many little feet Of so many beautiful people. Oh! God in your heaven Please accept with open arms all of your beautiful children.