Little Baby

Little baby

Pink lips gone blue

Life's warmth gone cold

Blank eyes staring up at you

Not even one week old

Cruel hands

Stronger than new life

Killing a little dove

Soul a black and starless  night

Calloused, without love

Exacting career

More important than a baby

A child would get in the way

So she's not allowed to be

And she's not allowed to stay

Cold alley

Dirt and filth and scum

She's inside a dumpster

Until the police come.

The End

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