Bias and Infanticide

The world’s favorites
I believe we should flavor it
With some concrete cyan
That reminds you that this blood these veins are my land
And I’ll do what I please with them
Favored to win
But why not belabor his sins
Expose his flaws until he becomes them
And his missteps become his identity tearing within

The pearl’s babes it slit
On the edge of a a jagged nickel
The duty falls on us
When the garrulous reaper runs out of shining sickles