these are not like the insects
cats dogs you shoot .. these
are wretched children of a
lesser god ..attached to that
flimsy bloody umbilical cord
these are not like the planes
you shoot in mid flight these
are the lost tribe of an almighty
lord .these are not like the flowers
roses buds you shoot these are
children badly scarred molested
raped sodomized held in a mouse
trap..in my backyard ..these are
not the mountain tops you shoot
or the rivers streams and pond
these are children forgotten used
abused forever dwarfed but i shot
them as somebody had to tell their
story of pain,, as visuals their smiles
on the face of my battered humanity
my only just reward ..in a world where
you cant pay beggars with swiping
your credit card ..on the fringe of
the mainstream even from the world
of the common man debarred ..
scared bewildered alienated a few
yards away from the graveyard ,,,
