The Lamb in the little pristine tray
packed there on some grass
a dummy in its tiny mouth
At first I thought
I’d pass
then I thought
about that little baby
and, how it had, been prepared
get a polystyrene tray
a little grass, a dummy
some cling film
who’d do that today
who cared?
who would treat a little soul
like this to make a point
I suppose its better that
she’s whole
than perhaps just a big
joint
but imagine that cute earthling
as, she was prepared
whoever did this to her
photographed and shared
some cruelty T think
for that may have a lasting
impression on her soul
it will be in her psyche
nothing to extol
a sense of silent nervousness
a quivering she’ll be
always wondering when
the time comes and how will it be
but I get it
I know what it is
that you are saying
but the correlation of a soul
and its bits
honestly just putting babies through this
just because trolls cannot really see it
to me reality says if they miss
the point it doesn’t matter
its their ignorance
serving them up logic
will not work
preaching to the converted
is a waste of time
for in the trolls heads
yes the devils lurk