Children’s hearts plead
Death, their world gone
Blood drips, brains sucked
Last week they slept carefree
Last night they changed positions
Dreams of birth in their head
Snuggled warm in the dark
Thumbs sucked, hands close by
Morning comes, an unexpected end
Footsteps heard outside in the light
Mothers with no despair, no feeling
Knives cut deep, brains sucked out
Remnants of humans discarded
Blood soaked linen, sent to launder
Death comes quickly for most
A few suffer, life lingering on
Human rights abridged, life robbed
Infant murder, a country’s plight
The ticker counts the number dead
Guilt fills the mothers’ womb
Where once an infant grew
Disgust and sorrow offers no reward
But for those who suck the baby brains
More money for their bank accounts
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