by Judy Alciatore
ANOTHER EMPTY CRADLE
ANOTHER EMPTY CRIB
IS THIS WHAT GOD INTENDED
MAKING EVE FROM ADAM'S RIB
ANOTHER INFANT SLAUGHTERED
ON THE ALTAR OF ABUSE
PRAISING THEIR GOD, MOLOCH
FOR THEIR LEGAL RIGHT TO CHOOSE
ANOTHER LIFE IS VANQUISHED
AND DO WE STILL KEEP SCORE
HOW MANY, LORD, HOW MANY
MORE AND MORE AND MORE
ANOTHER EMPTY CRADLE
ANOTHER EMPTY BED
NO CURLY-HAIRED INFANT
TO REST HIS LITTLE HEAD
FOR HE LIES NOW IN PIECES
THROWN DOWN UPON THE FLOOR
AND WE, WITH MUTED VOICE, NOW CRY
OH, LORD, OUR SOULS RESTORE
THANK YOU, LORD
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