Human condition

The first child screams as the first death
Blood gargles back in her last breath
Back into her throat to choke as she does
All in the sight of the father who dies
As the mother cannot cope, grasps the knife
Stressed by fear and stressed by strife
She kills the children, left right and one two
In front of he who keeps saying, "I love you."
She turns to him the very last of all
And nothing is left but the final to fall
She pauses in the glint of new morn
Her knife reflecting first light of dawn
And he repeats, "I love you. I love you."
And she replies, she stabs, "I do too."