How can a father kill his infant sons?
When they are but the innocent ones
To take a gun and shoot them in the head
And then drive off a wharf to ensure they're dead
I think if you don't want to go on
It's your choice but I don't condone
You taking your life in such a way
Will make it stop and for your pain to go away
But doing this I can't see any salvation
Or be taken into God's kindly nation
I despair for such lost little ones
Taken by this act before their life has barely begun
© Paul Warren Poetry
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