On a cold steel table
Deep in the
Antiseptic gray green brick basement of
Some government building
Lies the body of an infant
No longer pink faced and innocent
Who lived a brief but tumultuous life
Over before it really began
Just think about that for a minute
There are no answers
I cried
For this one tiny infant I never knew
Maybe for all the babies who are
Left in the hands of the inept
The stupid
The insane
And I have to ask
Just this one last time
Where be the Angels
Promised us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a sad world we live in, put the news on and their you go, - any way, great poem..........