Living But Stillborn

Into this world
New child is horn
And they feel joy
Watch children grow
If he or she
Grows old enough
Small hands carry
Bomb is a gun
Mission to kill
Purpose lo die

From womb to atrocity
Give them as your sacrifice
And madly you reproduce
And feel joy as they explode

Bring honor and glory
As you die in your duly
Proud lather so pleased
As you kill and are killed

Living but stillborn
Inhumane unholy
Live to kill
Kill and die