Skinning babies!

What kind of man does it take, to kill a mother’s child?

In front of her eyes, out in the wild,

Is it a man, or really a beast?

Or is this, one of our least,

Trusting dark eyes at him looking up, last thing it sees is his big club,

What hardened heart in his chest does throb?

Is this a man, or really a thug?

Who at night, you also would mug?

What kind of man, pray for his sins on a Sunday?

Go out the next day, a little creature to slay?

While mother is watching in greatest dismay.

What for does he pray?

What kind of woman a mother would make?

That from another child its fur would take?

Or wear its skin for fashions sake,

Or look so sexy for her mate?

How would she feel, if her child he’d murder?

In cold blood, and feel not further,

Give her the skin, to atone for his sin?

How would she feel, it be her own kin?

27/02/2008