the crucifix

the sign in the cemetery read THE MURDERS OF ABORTION…a white cross…a broken red heart…the sign of Christ who asked that thee not judge…

amongst the tombstones of many who had lived long years…those cut-off in their prime…a woman buried with child…all placed belief in a country of laws and order…or maybe not…

perhaps a few gave-up that hope in America…couldn’t buy it…nor steal it…and all their work all their toils paid not…

the rent was always due…cupboards many times bare….soup-lines…picket lines…government lines…the constant hurry-up and wait….and wait….and wait some more…

the fears of stray bullets…sounds of babies crying….drunken fathers loud hurtful words from the apartment next door…, All these damn kids…not a one of them mine…I ain’t taken care of them…

and the welfare checks stop…the food stamps slashed…and numbers are taken at the free clinic…the constant cough that will not go away…time is needed…yes time..

the crucifix read, THE MURDERS OF ABORTION….a country where grace was killed long ago… 

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