EULOGIES UPON EULOGIES FOR MURDERED SONS...

No eulogy can change the present or the past,

Neither charter the course of the future;
Nor coming resurrection.
No commentary can ease lingering pain
Nor the dejection of piercing grief.

For the widow and motherless,
Is there no shame?
What a mockery of free at last:
The confined grave, the only place of relief. 

Only for the crucifixion of His begotten Son,
Can God be given the blame;
Mercy on those who’ve played Him with a gun.