I Protest

I protest This place that shrines As a capital For lost children, Kidnapped Violated Murdered Is dead on the list Of probabilities for hell. She was only child Someone said And I disagreed Vehemently Resisting suffocation Strangulation With all the approximations Of the living to the dead A seed That will not suck the breast Of earth again A tree unfruited With bunch of promise and pain A dream That changes to vampires Howling The flitting images of bats Impaled on memory A vision like kite Tangled on power lines Longing for wings Featherless A mother With an empty womb Missing A place at the table Like a vacant parking lot No, not just a child A whole interruption of life A community gone Blood smeared across The sky of dawn Too many now the little victims Children plundered Tell the sundering tales of strife This too Must end!