A plea to the mothers and fathers:
she is small and weak
a fragile mind encased in an immature shell
she lacks the ability to reason
she is devoid of decision making and action taking.
Thus, you are her hands and strength
you alone are breath and brain
and you alone are the protector of life.
If for even a moment you shirk from your duty,
if for a moment you digress into the days of bedlum
then you succomb to her fate.
You will stand watching strangers
pound life through her chest
bleed bright red blood into her veins
infuse artificial sustinence
and force her little body to live through more pain
at the hands of your stupidity.
An object at rest tends to stay at rest,
while an object in motion tends to stay in motion.
Thus, your child, unrestrained
hurling through life encased in a death machine
speeding toward a rapid deceleration
will tend to stay in motion.
Ejected towards solids, glass, rock, stone, plastic, and synthetic
which rip, tear, shear, impail, abrase, amputate, and mangle.
All bleeding stops eventually.
Prayer will not save you,
do not utter those words in this den of death and pain
he/she/it/they cannot hear your cries and wails within these walls
they are encased in deaths grasp through miles of lead and anger.
Your penence should be sterility,
you failed at your duty and role as protector
you had your chance
when others would die trying to even concieve.
Your punishment should be to join the other watchers,
and see the harm and destruction to which others succomb.
Pin your eye lids open
infuse you with amphetamine
for the twenty-four hour wrath which traverses these doors.
Synapse your cortex with the images
of pain
of their mangled bodies
watching every spilled drop of blood
as life and joy escape their hearts and minds.
For, all bleeding stops eventually.
