Glen Hope, PA USA
( I wish to appologize in advance for this my 3 Am ramblings...not sure I can even lable it a poem. This is probably the reason I never watch the news and very rarely read the paper)
Sixteen children were buried today,
Laid out in ivory caskets,
As people walked by, paying their respects; while
Uptown, another child died and
Gunfire filled the air.
Hundreds of babies died today,
Taken from the womb before they
Ever took their first breath; while
Rape, abuse and neglect took hundreds more.
Evening shadows fall in silent graveyards, where
Dozens of tiny crosses stand in testament.
Innocence is lost, slaughtered, as
Nations fail to hear their silent cries.
Nameless faces are soon forgotten by many as,
On the evening news, another dead
Child takes their place.
Emergency rooms are painted red with their blood and the
Numbers escalate each day; while upstairs another
Child, our future, is born;
Entering this world with cries as I, with tears, pray for change.
When you truly know the meaning
of the word Love,
you will also know the meaning
of the word Pain