We are the Dead Babies
To whom no voice was ever given
Only taken with force...
We are the Discarded Embryos
Without a name or a bed
For our tiny little heads
Pulled from life and Mother's womb
Our Father in Heaven weeps
His gift having been disgraced and refused
We are the Dead Babies
Blown apart by Man's bombs
Run over by His tanks and war machines
Cut in half by His long knives
Then fed to His cattle and sheep
We are the Dead Babies
Starved and covered with flies...
Devoured by Jackals and genocide
In the bush of Darfur and Sudan
We are the Dead Babies
To whom you close your anesthetized eyes
As you shake your shameless heads....
Oh Well....
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-babies/
