On a cold steel table <br />Deep in the <br />Antiseptic gray green brick basement of <br />Some government building <br />Lies the body of an infant <br />No longer pink faced and innocent <br /> <br />Who lived a brief but tumultuous life <br />Over before it really began <br />Just think about that for a minute <br /> <br />There are no answers <br /> <br />I cried <br />For this one tiny infant I never knew <br />Maybe for all the babies who are <br />Left in the hands of the inept <br />The stupid <br />The insane <br />And I have to ask <br />Just this one last time <br /> <br />Where be the Angels <br />Promised us<br /><br />Tom Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-be-the-angels/
