Two children slept,
arm in arm,
fly swept in repose,
their faces calm.
Two flowers plucked
from a wanton womb,
and buried here,
in this worldly tomb.

Infants twain,
Abandoned- alone,
laid to waste,
whose sins to atone?
Petals discarded
from the human race, who,
their origin is to trace?

Mankind slept
among passing feet,
oblivious in sleep,
their fate to cheat,
and humanity,
who couldn’t care
passed them by,
the dreaming pair.

And so it is:
each to him his own;
many a child thus,
has come and gone,
conceived in abandon
or in vile!
An alien sparkle brief-
a life time to while!