Human removal

Is it bad, when a home is no longer a home?
When the place you called Safe your whole Life
becomes a chamber for your near and necessary death-
your Lonely and Small, execution.

When a short Life becomes even shorter
and you stand, Helpless, in line before them
waiting for those final moments
Unaware even, of what is happening.

Fleeing is futile, knowledge is their power.
Knowledge Abused for the spilling of blood.
Blood that runs red all the same because
Life is all the same

No matter differences in size, shade, needs,
or Beliefs.
They Discriminate, but at the same time-
they don’t.

What would this Life hold in store?
Oh! The beauty of earth! A job?
Even medicine? No-
Potential is pointless to think of
because that is all it is:

Potential. It is squashed with a Life
and this one is going to end soon,
in Pain, and Torture,
wrenched from the Safety of home.

Because this Life is Unwanted
removed as an Inconvenience,
by people with their own Right.

Not caring for Mine

because to them
I am not a Life at all.