Litter

Who will resound
the righteous trump of cause
to aid the misery flung
upon yesterday's mistress?
Abandoned in cavalier heartless acts
these poor abused trinkets
are the leftovers of lust's depraved feast
rejected as conscience's violated concubines
mercilessly strewn as naked orphans,
born out of wedlock
during an illicit love affair
when passion's palate
devoured without reason
or fear of consequence.

Now they lay in shameless display,
mere shells of the pleasure's glory,
forgotten with the same cruelty
as a strumpet no longer able  to satisfy
the perverted whims of her master.

Oh will we ever stop the horror,
this vile shadow casts
over mankind's history,
which is discarded
along life's thoroughfares
with the relish of a jackal's soul?

Rise now and let us end this holocaust
no longer remaining silent
over this mar upon humanity's spiritual lace,
gently going forth
proudly carrying compassion's torch
guided by the light of divine inspiration
that no creation of the world
would ever be treated without affection.

Taking those wretched remains
and granting them sleep
in an unmarked dumpster,
saying a prayer for their fate
before returning again
unto fate's highway
until no corpse of denied guilt
is found rotting under the sun.