A little lamb breathed her last,
fed to the slaughterhouse
while the butchers danced at
the money they'd save over keeping her voice.
"Who needs such useless noise?"
Her blood cries out as Mother weeps
and Rage dares defend.
Time stills with the patter of feet that
cry for blood for blood.
The butcher's hands are stained,
even as they try to wash it all away quickly.
"I mean, she wouldn't survive anyways!"
Woe, woe, woe
to to inhabitants of the earth
that let money root them to the ground!
Their fruits were sour and their lips spit venom
or - worse - stayed silent when it was needed.
I did not know you in time in order to save you -
knowledge learned too late -
but I'm doing all I can
by keeping your soul here in these pages
so that perhaps someone else suffers
not your terrible fate.
YOU ARE READING
To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
