The man who strangles babies
Looks just like me or you,
But organises Sunday outings
To the Chocolate Factories of Death.
No nipples in the bud for him,
But a sudden avalanche in the glasshouse of his brain
Destroys sweet children:
Slender virgins weep at the blond arithmetic of violence.
Where, you may ask, is God's mercy?
Say your prayers -
The man who strangles babies does not know.

John Thorkild Ellison

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