Helpless Souls Entombed
In Siberia, orphaned babies die
secured with ropes, workers seldom untie.
And amidst filth and stench, they gasp for air
ignored by everyone who ought to care.
Helpless souls entombed as if in a womb,
swaddled in shrouds where there's so little room.
And the tight enclosure drives them insane
racked with anguish and incredible pain.
Infants view life through cold iron bars
riddled with self-inflicted wounds and scars.
But humanity seems more than willing
to ignore this newest form of killing.
Every human has the right to breathe free,
not cruelly bound, where no one can see.
But these bundles of life await death's call,
as the weak and injured die where they fall.
Left to their nightmares and torments as such
without a kind word or gentle touch.
And feeble bodies house imprisoned minds,
pray God doesn't judge Man by what He finds.
7/12/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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