Snow White's Apple

Screams of the night
Death lingers in the air
The bodies are in sight
The smell is so hard to bare

A Massacre of this type
Is such a vulger one
Like Snow White's apple the kill was ripe
The weapon was not a gun

Or a knife
It was the weapon of a lie
Such a large loss of life
So hard to just walk by

They could have saved one life
One less lie
Could have saved one wife
Or caused one less cry