The miracle of life
Behold it, on one’s hand
a shell
it cracks
and then it breaks
we gasp we understandwe hear
repeated tweets
and see
a tiny form
pink, a baby has emerged
to face our
violent storm
Behold it, on one’s hand
a shell
it cracks
and then it breaks
we gasp we understandwe hear
repeated tweets
and see
a tiny form
pink, a baby has emerged
to face our
violent storm
little could its tiny heart
imagine
innocently it battles
with its shell
bravely kicks
and then enters the infinite
you got it folks
the tiny turkey
has arrived in Hell
a factory somewhere
run by the corporates
and the sweet baby
one of many who
suck and share
the oxygen with humans
and dies a death
yes infront of you
that miracle
God Given such a priviledge
creation all those aeons
did proclaim
and human corporate
devils they were counting
into the pot of vile
brimstone and flame
the youngster falls
his heart stops
its all over
imagine it
infanticide times 5
million every moment
what a waste of creativity
karma fate
so many little darlings
won’t survive
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.