Your tiny hands don't exist any more
you eyes they've shut down in sleep
your voice it's silenced now and forever
your soul's wandered away from home
Today Angels have wept
and God seems quite bereft of answers
flowers, trees, the earth itself seem lost, forlorn
for they left innocence unprotected,
vulnerable, open to hurt
Let it be torn and butchered
And we went about our business as if nothing mattered and nothing was more important than filling petrol in our cars or filing income tax returns.
In this humdrum selfish living we all do
one last flailing feeble cry for help
went unheard.
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