Kindly Kill Them

By Dalton Snyder


Followers have been adorned,
filled from foot to toe with scorn.
You tell them they were branded born,
tendons tied and thoughts are futile.

Kindly kill them with belief,
expressions evil, rude relief.

I was a pitied passerby,
ignorance and youth denied.
She pictured photos inches wide
and traded traitors, skin had died,
yet to know that they were dying.

Seeking sacred sexuality,
pleasure-precedence mentality.
Cried, he'd find formality,
victory, lethality,
heaving out humility.
If not,he'd try tranquility,
alone and without peace.

Self-employment magazines,
the child deems his destiny,
his education, pointless.

Forgive the frail at phony pyres,
little liberating fires.
Bitter found in youth, desires.
As for tomorrow, working wires.
This is life.