What do we sacrifice?
Who do we put to the knife?
Ishmaels and Isaacs
innocent half-brothers
who could be at puppy play
building 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 the tragedies
of childhood.
If the mentor class had flourished
we would be brothers building
shining cities of light
and gracious commerce
to the greater glory of
love, honor, reason,
all the blessed gifts
we profane,
we sacrifice
to a Lord of flies and
corpses.
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