NOT FOR DECENT MEN
Not for decent men to see or read.
Not for decent men to shoulder the burden
Of the plague upon women and children.
Not for decent men to share the guilt
Of flesh gored and torn
And worn apart
from its owner.
Not for decent men to own.
Not for decent men to know
Loneliness, horror, shame
Of nocturnal visitations
Upon the Innocents
Whose days, impaired with shock
And fear, never ending,
Blend with nightmares, darkness,
Not for decent men.
Not for decent men to hear
Suppressed screams
Or the complete silence
When Innocents disappear from
Reality
Wearing a skin like death
Pretending It did not happen.
Not for decent men.