Men of Infamy

Oh come, you Men of Infamy,
to take the child away.
You bare the swords and scars of hate,
upon your sorry face.
You follow those who follow death,
and blindly walk their way.
You do not feel that final breath,
oh, Men of Infamy.

What dreams lie deep beneath your soul,
what memories are dead?
What punishment led to this role,
what words are in your head?
You carry out each mindless threat,
and carry to the grave.
Remember those content forget,
and you too can be saved.

So come, you Men of Infamy,
and leave this child alone.
Lay down your sword in sympathy,
and on your way back home:
Consider all that you’ve become,
reflect on those in need,
For gifts are rare and beautiful,
and life’s a gift indeed.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 30th December 2010