Number 47 Poem by Randy McClave

Don't know if his name is Luke or Paul
Or maybe it's even Kevin,
He was stripped off his guise of a human being
Now they just call him number forty seven.
The 47th Star has its own name
The 47th baseball bat in the dugout has one as well,
Now this child is called just 47
After number 46 in the caged cell.
My country sees him no longer as an individual
He is now just a double digit number,
When they see him they do not see a child
All that they see, is a human blunder.

Randy L. McClave