^Holocaust

A holocaust inevitably comes

To those who place themselves too high,

To those who teach themselves the lie

That life and death is in their hands--

Mere men! Too small to understand

The truth, the value of one soul;

And so their "wisdom" takes its toll

In infants shattered on the rock--

Such pain! and yet it does not shock

Our hardened hearts, our souls of ash:

We throw their bodies in the trash

And tell ourselves, "It's for the best."

And that is how we treat the rest--

The useless crippled, and the old--

With every death our hearts grow cold

'Til someone puts us in our tomb.

The gift of God comes in a maiden's womb.

--Mark J. Young

For more of his writings, see his links page.

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