Cartons Of Death Poem by Rafik Romdhani

Cartons of Death

Cradles of life
Cartons of death

Which is which?
who gives a sod?

The dream is one
For every baby:

Have a say
And vote for Barbie

Or for a living doll
A bird maybe

Cradles of life
Where life equals death

And nests like a termite
In a beehive among the bees

With the intention to bait
And bite, kill and freeze

Some wicked venom
Descended with the Night

Sneaked in disguise
To play a last card

It walked
At the rhythm of imps

Then run thirstily
And sailed their blood

Poor babies
Like a dog with rabies

Cradles of life
And fingers locked

In a knob of flesh
To knock at hearts

Almost dead and buried.