The battered ghosts of the little ones no one ever cared for,
tiny spectres, bruised and lost,
bear silent witness to the indifference
of our self absorption
Little phantoms who see
those who suffer as they did..
Hear the screams and cries of the helpless,
battered babies no one sees.
Too late, too late someone tries to help.
Broken children who cannot be mended
wrapped in white sheets,
stained with blood,
are carried under the strobing lights of
Too late we cry,
Vowing never again.. yet
Still they die..alone.
The little phantoms that haunt our lives
Victims of our selfish indifference.