Children Made From Guilt That You Cut Down Poem by James McLain

It is a feeling all should have but only half will have
and with the advent of television
flat screened T.V.'s the flies are more pronounced.

Are they worth
no more than worms you use to catch the long toothed fish?
It's said they have a choice a choice you still don't have.

Alive not dead half turn their heads then leads them to their deaths.
If knowledge is the key to life then give them circle hooks.
If death is what you wish to teach then turn their other cheek.

Each living child through you from there to quick by you sent back.
Thoughts of love just aren't enough love doesn't fill their plates.
Having souls they let you in one house is not enough.

Life erupts from selfishness moans that fill your haunted house.
When behind the bush they stand in line the woods are dark and deep.
Each ghost you make is not enough to fill the void within.
A light goes out when it's not changed each tree you then cut down.