MICAH'S REPROACH
I gaze on what the human eye Should never behold Repelled Appalled and Compelled Not to turn away Sweet suffering silent Child without a name Fallen fully formed on cold Concrete Hole in your head gaping Still red and turning Black Placenta wrapped around Your legs and beautiful feet protruding Umbilical disconnected Binding your body It is your right hand Clasped against your horrified mouth That eloquently speaks And I am too polite Too full of compassion For the woman To reveal you To one person and a world That does not want to know That never wants to face Present crimes Preferring outrage over Holocausts long past Hundreds, thousands, millions Of you incinerated "With rest of today's waste" Is what they said And my mind returns Will always return To your one tiny hand Covering your mouth Protesting prophecies We refuse to hear My people what have I done to you? How have I offended you? Answer me! (Based on a photograph, Micah 6:3, Amanda Holden's Dispatches on C...