Thru the veiled midst of a somber day, small voices hearken Why?
In a world where the essence of life forsaken, Silent voices cry….
“Where is justice, where are tears, where is the future, where are the years?
The silent chorus screams!
Who will avenge the small and weak, in echoed silence hear them speak?
Misshaped citizens swaddled in burlap, Evicted from life? A chosen mishap?
The stones cry out, Why, Why?
No crib, or bonnet, the grave a nursery? Not even a stone to mark death’s anniversary
Life is given, life was free, but there will be no life for me
The angels weep, because their children are no more ©
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