Grief - The Innocent Little Ones Poem by Paul Warren

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