The Lowest of the Low
In a way, it reminds me of my brother,
Who lived for seven days in nineteen forty-eight.
A young life was snuffed out, barely begun,
And Mum and Dad’s heartbreak never really healed.
George. I still have his birth certificate.
Medicine was less advanced back then
But everyone involved did their level best
To keep him in this world. No one was to blame.
Unlike in today’s news about a baby,
Two days out of the womb, killed by a rocket
In a town near Zaporizhzhia, in Ukraine.
Not easy to control emotions, but
Here's what the soiled suits and uniforms should know:
They are nothing but the lowest of the low.