Colin F. Jones

WHO ARE THEY?

who are they? the unborn?
the wasted? the unformed?
who are they?
who were those babies lost?
at what unknown cost?
who were they?

were they,
important?
necessary?
nothing?

it matters not that flowers die,
for others grow in their place,
though none can really tell us why,
nature’s tail doth nature chase!

Life!
Does it matter?

on Sunday they buried someone,
all over the world!
millions!

so many sad people going to funerals,
weeping over graves
while the unborn look on
with sightless eyes.

we named him Mathew you know!
we should have waited!
she will never forget
that he was dead on his first birthday!

all those crosses!
he could have been one of them had he lived!
at least remembered!!
is that what we want to be…
remembered?

all those billions forgotten!
how vain we are!
… and how many unborn?

i wonder who they are,
and where they are!
perhaps
in God’s cupboard?