Ode to Mama and Papa

Cherub faces eyes so wide

little ones look up at you to guide

Rails of cribs lock babies safe

they will not fail or bend or break

Handmade blankets not so warm

from what is crawling through the storm

And now I lay me down to sleep

as Papa prowls at night he creeps

Mama thinks he's quelling nightmares

as he quietly ascends stairs

But Papa truly craves a taste;

babies scream; Mama lies awake

In Mama's arms they cannot hide

sugar spirits cry and die

They're Papa's prey most every night

using them for his own delight

Papa hunts babies one by one

Mama so cruel knows the damage done

and shelters Papa's sins for years

silent terrors hide through tears

No one listens, believing rape

telling means abandonment is their fate

Others think you perfect folk

you sit in church your smiles a joke

Now even with your bodies gone

the damage you birthed was Satan spawned

And rotting chains will never break

as silent voices won't escape

From one generation to the next

your vile curse leaves haunting hex

We cannot wake you from your graves

impose the vengeance that we crave

But if we could we'd raise you up

and prove to you we've had enough

Your cursed evil made us strong

we sifted through your sinful wrongs

God won't redeem a vicious heart

the prayers you lifted in the dark

Won't save your soul and in the end

we will rise but you're condemned