where were you
when the embryo
hatched and was formed
by blood-spattered hyenas
tearing hope from
limb to limb and
laughing gleefully
at the mockery
where were you
when the embryo
fell and love
offered a hit
of a crack pipe
covered in symbols
flashing through
the ghetto offering
escape from the
desolate heat
the hands that
should be reaching
out are cut off at
the wrists bleeding
sanctimonious tripe
in defiance of the call
to love the
least , lost, and lonely
while sentencing each
embryo to death
guilty rings through
the room as we
continue to bleed the
embryo out with
ignorance born of
fear and shame and
the lie of the only way
being my way standing
on the corner shouting
belligerently to
repent or die
revelation rings through
the cosmos as the
embryo marches the
guilty to sheol while
silent tears are birthed
wresting the stumbling
breath of hope into a
silent scream reaching
to the ramparts and
calling forth the final
battle fought with
easter lilies
©vPoem and Photo by Terri Stewart
The BeZine 
Wow, such contrast in this, Terri. While it might seem a strange juxstiposition, there is truth here. The youth are led by what they experience, and when there is nothing or no one to guide them, anything and everything rushes in to fill that vacuum. Luckily, there is a chance for redemption and resurrection (aside from religion) from the lives so many of them are born into. There is a lot to consider in your poem. Thank you!
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Thank you! This was a battle for me to write. It comes from deep within. And I totally believe in the resurrection of ordinary people. 🙂
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