Girl of 5.
Did you sew together that dress yourself?
From the wool of a sheep, or the fur of a wolf?
Which animal's skin did you take so you could
look good in your Sunday's best?
Boy of 7.
Did you fashion that rifle yourself?
From the iron of your father or the steel of your brother?
Which gave his heart for your weapon of war so you could
strike down your neighbor?
Are you listening, apprecentices of evil? Apprecentices of heroes?
The wolf sunk it's teeth into the sow's back.
The babe squeeled.
The wolf sunk it's teeth into the sow's back.
The babe squeeled.
The shallow dress of the angel wasn't the comfort I'd had expected.
Abandon your arms.
Red and blue sirens , Red and blue sirens.
That's what friends are for. |
Submission Name: Young Goodman Brown
