The gilded murder of innocence.
Those watching pretend to not see.
Among them we,
Fervently wish for this wrath not to fall on us.
The deathly poets tell our children a story,
Of how we saw and did not,
How our very souls did rot,
When we traded them for security, illusionary.
Platinum for rust, and a diamond for black coal,
It was said we should’ve kept the gold dust.
This trade was foul, now we must
Find a way to reclaim our heart and souls.
Then our children say:
“This gilded murder of innocence shan’t be overlooked!
Never by your corrupted bribes were we took.”
Our children should not be the ones who must pay.
This one is about corruption in governments in general not just in the U.S., how we trade freedom for security just to feel “safe”, how the things we allow our government to do are also our responsibility if we sit by and do nothing about them. Hopefully our children will grow to be wiser than we have been.