What Did I Ever Do to You?
What did I ever do to you? Can you justify this cage for something I did to you that warrants incarceration? I am a baby and I need my mother. Would you feel immune if your children’s silver spoons were ripped from their mouths and they were left hungry, wrapped in foil for warmth, your wives taken off somewhere else? They hurt me, they hurt me, they hurt me in places in my soul, should I live that will never be forgotten
Tell me with your anger, arrogance, and indifference, what I ever did to you to deserve such inhumane cruelty? You want to save lives as you kill me, kill me, and kill me. Would you feel immune if your baby grandchildren were left sweltering, sick in the heat, terrified, abandoned. What did I ever do that I should die?
As you sleep dream of me blackened tar immersed in dirt, broken baby china doll faces cracked with eyes protruding with maggots dining. Sleep well, sweet dreams and tell me what did I ever do to you?