Shout Out To My….


Their life was coming to an end
and there stood a standing ovation
in the middle of the night

Some took off on wings and others
on the strength of their souls
spiritually wrapped tight

blood painted the concrete
and tar by way of thick
heavy streams and spatters

and Love Babies transformed to
reincarnated bastards as if
they never really mattered

eulogies were silent and loudly
expressed  memories by
the flickers of flames

mothers ran through streets wild eyed
crazy, waiting for replies to their babies
called out names, in shame

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