a child, a child, a child is born
to a mother who lies near death;
no food, no home, no place to go,
smell the stink of fear on her breath.
...
Read full text
A true reflection on the hypocrite of governments, who ever's they maybe.
The one thing that stuck with me from Christianity more than anything was that anyone you encounter could be Christ in disguise, and you should treat them as such. I think you're right...creation's spirit is in not discarding and neglecting people...they deserve better than that. Powerful, powerful poem and vividly described.
Well done Eric, you really think of waste land!