Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 They're Never Satisfied

They're mindless, heartless monsters who

Use wars to fill their power lust.

Powerless have no choice but do

Their bidding, as powerless must.

They're using most precious of mine

To carry on their evil ways,

Turn best into worst, their design,

Highest prices, powerless pays.

They're now taking the best from me,

And my best is turned to their worst.

To them, pawns, my child and I be.

Mother, childless, forever cursed.

My child is living nevermore.

My child is dead because of war.