What need of monsters when there are men, and innocents are massacred 'til all innocence is gone?
What need we of devils dooming all to endless night, if when sleepless, endless bombs fall through the sky?
What need we demon spawn when babes be murdered in the womb, their mums entombed and cold in broken hospitals?
A room? Our tears could fill an ocean.
What need for pits of hell when flames abound and buildings crumble, and the air shreds the last life from desperate lungs?
Why then, the need for monsters and to what end?
What need of monsters, when there are men?
We must resist.
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Thanks to pixabay.com for the images. Thank you to @ryivhnn for my wonderful Wombats.
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