In Mother's Arms

The Night, quiet and warm,
crickets chirp in harmony.
as stars pass through the sky
while babies sleep, in mother's arms.

The Day, humid and hot,
people die while others rot,
as the sun passes through the sky
babies die, never knowing why, in mother's arms.

Half a world away,
so much death everyday.
Those that survive (for now), soon to realize
they're caught up in this enterprise
of greed, elite and monetized.
But for now they sleep or die,
just babies in mother's arms.

The Evening, cooling down,
yet crime, rape and murder abound.
Still these babies sleep in suburban surrounds,
unaware of the madness
a half a mile from their town.

Baghdad or Detroit or any other place
to them (for now) it might as well be
an entire world away.
While they sleep in mother's arms.

Young men and women now,
protecting lives from harm
while THEIR babies sleep at home
in mother's (father's) arms.
Half a world away
or half a mile away.
Soldiers or police, it's all the same.

Doing their best to keep us safe and free.
Yet there's no sensibility
to what this world could soon be.

When those of us left will long for
the day when we were just a baby,
asleep in mother's arms.