Slaughter of Innocence - Conflict

The balding man sits compiling

His next move

That mortgage hangs around his neck

Now feeling like a noose

The new gas bill oh God

How bad he feels

Those kids he can't reject

His emotional success

He's a man of set opinion

The weight of the world sits in his hands

He just cannot seem to reason

So he will never understand

They just won't listen to hardly anything he says

They simply smile politely

Then with one accord turn away

A son stands at the pond observing

The creation that is nature

Mother prepares dinner

Roasting bacon taints the air

Dog sits as master barks

Then leaps lovingly into the car

He waves and smiles emotionally

His assurance that they will go far

The stakes rise as each owner unfolds plans

Men tempt and bait each other

Money exchanges hands

Animal love now snarling hatred

Muzzle unlocked hair raised

He smirks from behind the wooden

Fence and shouts his destitute his praise

Teeth tear blood splashes

The face of a young child playing

She cries out in disapproval

But daddy's now immune to what she is saying

Driven mad and into frenzy

Limbs torn skin is shorn

Like sex perverts at their peep show

This is the ultimate in porn

Eyes glare Beast and master

Animals both crazed and weary

There can only be one real winner here

The results are now seen clearly

Teeth marks bare where fur once protected

Flesh hangs dangling in shreds

Their faces grimace rejected

Strips of meat exposed selected

Bloodstains and saliva splatter

The fuel of precious life

Master and servant

Segregate the ritual sacrifice

Driven mad and into frenzy

Limbs torn skin is shorn

Like sex perverts at their peep show

This is the ultimate in porn

The sacrifice of innocents

Who obeyed the spoken law

Took the heaviest of knocks

Tired beyond indurance

But the spectators cry for more

Death before dishonor

A demand that is so obscene

The men they appraise each

Other to keep their conscience clean

Laughter hides the guilt they

Feel at every savage blow

Someone whispers "cruelty"

But they don't want to know

The balding man stands silent

As slave fights for life

He thinks of all the good things

That he has promised to his wife

She caught a glimpse of God through

The windscreen of his car

She tried to rationalise

Her looks but time don't heal the scars

Some vague association

She feels with the loser of the stake

She stares into those sightless eyes

What use for heaven sake

The TV flickers images of

The ideals she once knew

The fresh young girls displaying

Soap to keep us clean and new

She shrugs and folds

Her arms as he constructs the wooden box

To hold his faded hope

That took the heaviest of knocks

Like pissing in the ocean

Their options disappear

As they think about the overheads

They know the taste of fear

Kids to feed and clothing

They must show how much they care

But how to tell the birthday gift

Is lying dead out there

What should have paid for birthday cards

Went on the prime cut beef

Now celebrations of their birth

Make way for tears of grief

Did only what they thought was

Best to give some sense of pride

To give the kids a place in

Life and now the dream has died

And how to show his love for her

Now she repels his touch

His remaining sense

Of manhood kicked away just like a crutch

He promised what he couldn't give

The masters ruling word

Urged the beast to glory

But the servant never heard