Sacrifarce

 
 
 
What do we sacrifice?
Who do we put to the knife?
Ishmaels and Isaacs
innocent half-siblings
could be at puppy play,
achieve healthy bodies and confidence
in the rays of blessing.
 
What God is this?
What holy source of life
commands atrocity?
Oh, silly man.
Boys in battle,
regressed in tragedies
of childhood.
If the mentor class had flourished
we would be brothers building
cities of light, 
gracious commerce,
glory of
love, honor, reason,
all the divine gifts
we profane,
we sacrifice
to a Lord of flies and
corpses.
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