Hungry Ready Wild Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

Dying baby lying on the floor
Staring feebly at its end through deaths door
What use is another child?
Better left out in the hungry wild
99% of us say the same
That we would rescue it and give it a name
Would snatch it from the brink of disaster
And at least give it to a pastor

But hear my point you raving fools
Don’t be seduced by its wide eyes and dripping drool
What you behold is not just an abandoned toy
To be played with and taken in for personal joy
For in a world where everything is forsaken
And every day our perceptions are shaken

In allowing one more human to take breath
We amplify all our problems with unimagined depth
Every carbon spewing energy drinker
Is just one more child that will never grow up into a thinker
Rather sit around and use social security for life
And then get drunk and beat his wife

By allowing this baby boy to survive
You might unwittingly destroy that for which you strived
Instead of protecting human life and dignity
You could have accidentally forsaken all hope of prosperity

The child, which you so selfishly give aid
Could one day into a ruthless leader be made
One that will kill and hurt and terrorize
Or maybe a serial killer who cuts out victims’ eyes

When you saw the dying baby boy
You foolishly picked him up like an abandoned toy
And with your single minded actions
You caused a million unknown reactions
Even if the smiling thing in diapers never does a meaningful thing
He will still be one more person to be taken under societies overburdened wing

Better you had left the already dying child
Left it in the hungry ready wild