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
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