Unmarked Stones

While a man polishes his Cadillac
Angrily swatting at flies
A child does the same on the ground
Trying to keep them off her last bite
What is anger
Compared to the treasure of a crumb?

Horns honk
In the cement jungle
As they all race to meet their televisions
While a world away
A tiny heart races
Trying to pump blood
That is scarcely there
She will not last long enough
To walk upright even once
As all us humans do
Instead her soul will drift away
Like an unwanted boat

If a man falls on Wall Street
Soldiers of the city
rush to his aid
So why do we watch alongside
As our babies line dirt roads
How are they less human
Because they can’t produce big numbers in a row?
Because they already DO
As millions of bodies
Lying under unmarked stones!

© 2006 Kat

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