Purveyors Of Death Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Sweet, innocent, weak, defenseless
Seeking only warmth and nourishment from mother
Infants growing into the children we once were
Learning what we teach each day
How we live each day
How we treat each other
Whom we love or don't love
Whom we like or dislike

What we do and say in our homes
Creates those walking our streets throughout our world
Good, bad, indifferent alike
As we were created
So we create
Change - baggage of change - baggage of the past
A heavy load without help - heavier when needing help
An unanswered cry for help predicting disaster.