Blood and tears

I read today lies written in ink

Bitterness, venom , so much hate

I have become resigned to it

and immune of late.

Love fades, then dies and starts to stink

life's too short and it's just fate

One day the truth will out but it will, I think

be far too late. I must wait.

The truth is written in blood.

So many tears and so much mud.

But for you my child its all too late

the blood is yours, a future fed on hate.

The wounds may heal

but the scars will remain forever

Our child's innocence destroyed

So not good and so not clever.