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[birkinstock]

One baby cries
in church
in his mothers arms.
Baby gets his bottle,
All heads turn.

One man sits
outside church
feeling his mothers arms
through his half empty bottle.
Stepped over, all heads shake.

Why is one any more our brother?

Comments

[themelberg]

i really enjoyed this poem. yea, this poem definately made me think...i still don't think i've gotten everything out of it cus there are "layers". but, my favorite thing i take from it is how unforgiving and judgemental society is.
...i'm not so deep, but i tried :)

-ajr