'the Children of Limbo

The Children of Limbo' (Canning Poetry) -------------------------------------- Sick to my stomach. I am alone and thinking. I have heard of the sunken pit. That covert crypt of angels. ============================== Eight hundred innocents! Eight hundred defenceless souls! Without baptism, without sin. Dishonoured by Brides of Christ. =============================== Followers of the orders of the Father, Of purple clad men of robes and rings.. "Bless me father for I have sinned. "Go in peace my child, I absolve thee." =================================== I imagine sights and smells, when their wheezings stilled. Their transportation to a dark chamber. No Hail Mary's for them; Oh no! ==================================== No 'Our Father's' for a 'stained human' A "bastard spawned in sin. Undeserving". No splashings of holy water on the tiny wraps. "Off you go now to your state of Limbo". ==================================== I'm thinking.. "Thou shalt not kill" I'm thinking, "Did they? Surely not"? I'm thinking, "suffer little children". I'm hoping they will now reach Paradise ==================================== I think of my country; subservient to a hierarchy. Sisters without mercy. That holocaust of infants. How many more gardens need turning, how many? How many tots await their first blessing? ==================================== My faith is suffering now. I am in limbo too. I fear, my mother's examples I might abandon;and I am angry; tomorrow, perhaps I will pray; but only for the children; only for the children.