Omelas Poem by Petra Novakova

The innocence of youth inspires empathy and passion
For whenever a child is sacrificed, man kills a dove
But with the ones who had a chance to live and love
The suffering of adult omelas sparks no compassion

Such is the life of an omela,
Just another empty face hidden behind a curtain of tears

And so they are reared to bear the brunt of greedy hate
Of the many who rule the few in the name of nothing
Even though the few are many and the elite unfeeling
The omelas learn to sacrifice their predetermined fate

Such is the death of an omela,
Just another vacant space among their lifeless peers