The Dead Baby Poem by Daya Nandan

Two dogs fighting over a black plastic bag,
Over the smell of flesh for them to drag,
People notice it, they didn't really care,
For the fighting dogs that wouldn't share,

And at last it tears and a corpse comes out,
That of a baby beyond anybody's doubt,
With it's rotting flesh and its body so green,
A terrible sight that many eyes have seen,

The police took the body damaged and dead,
With it's poor corpse missing part of the head,
The umbilical cord still attached to the belly,
As ants and maggots eat the green flesh so smelly,

The eyes, back and arm of the baby partially eaten by dogs,
Stray dogs that prowl the night for food through the fogs,
Such an inhumane fate to be upon this baby's poor life,
Caused by fornication by an irresponsible husband and wife,

Brought to the forensics department for identification,
For this baby girl was murdered without justification,
The corpse of the baby was found to be five days old,
Thrown away by her own mother of a heart so cold,

Such cruel parents that threw away this child,
A precious baby girl who could have loved and smiled,
Terrible humans who can't appreciate love,
Whom mock the life bestowed to them by god above,

Truly an heartbreaking to watch such a life go to waste,
Left in a plastic bag starving only for maggots and dogs to taste,
It's hard to imagine humans leaving their own to such a fate,
When even animals care for their young bearing responsibility's weight,