Baby Killer

Yep.

I’m a Baby Killer 

I’ve killed babies four hundred strong.
I killed them as I would crush any weaker thing.

I watched them struggle to move only to fall
under foot never to rise again. 
I ground them down to dust. 
I felt their heads explode under my heel. 

I stole their lives and gained nothing 
but the knowing of killing the young. 

At first my heart hurt. 
Then I realized the act was already done. 
I looked deep down where I couldn’t hide
the pain I’d known. 

I thought “Why do I cry? Why am I not numb?
Why should their pain become my own?” 
I thought of all the words I knew 
“Killer.” “Criminal.” “Right and Wrong.” 

All I could think was “What should I do now?” 
I mulled it over and walked away. 
I’ve come to you now. What do you know?

Why does it hurt to kill the children of a species we do not share?  



 

Author's Note

constructive criticism please.