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.