Made In China
She opened the door
He opened the door
And smelled the turkey
And smelled the waste
Her heart grew warm
His blood ran cold
As they looked around.
The garlands were up
The walls were stark
In rows upon rows
The cots were in rows
The tree was all lit
Their eyes were dark
It was Christmas day.
The children were laughing
The children were silent
Hands trembling with pleasure
Bodies rocking in sorrow
Toys unwrapped and cuddled
Baby girls rejected
All made in China.
Copyright © Alison Dey | Year Posted 2009
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