When a child is harmed, there are three crimes:

to that small being,

to the consciousness of the world


to that part of us – the vulnerable, never grown.


Sighting such a tragedy in the news

I recoil as if struck. Maybe for the never grown slice of me,

surely on behalf of all beings and

certainly in defense of that helpless child.


The happening sears the casings of my soul,

cripples my spirit,

breaks my faith.


Where are the higher gods?

Open the safe haven

Promise the end of it.

Deliver a guarantee of humanity.