flash fiction friday- and the baby cries

Every Friday write a short story, poem or prose, 

of 55 words no more, no less then report it to the g-man!!

'no food in the house and the cat has fleas

and the baby cries

bills pile up and the dishes are filthy 

and the baby cries

 cockroach crawls 'cross the floor

and the baby cries

 knock at the door, louder they pound

the smell of rot hangs all around

 today there is no other sound'

Here you go G-man, a grim and all to true ode i dedicate to the children born through no fault of their own to the people of this world who are not ready to have them. they are too scared to get an abortion and they are too selfish to do the right thing and they let them rot away. always the neighbors say, 'she was such a good mother' as they wheel the emaciated child from the apartment. i read another story today of a mother who did not feed her newborn baby for seven weeks, and he died. the child was 5 pounds when they found him and she was found guilty of murder and sentenced to 20 years, she got out today after serving 7 months of her sentence. i guess for good behavior. and they glorify the murderer of george tiller and they protest our soldiers. sometimes i think we are in a backwards society. i am glad to be clean and my children have full happy dragons in their tummys.

there is a war going on right here in america and it is a war against hate. a war for love. we need to teach our children that LOVE is NOT a character defect, that it does not matter who you love and that love is the most precious gift we can give each other. too many children dying because of who they love, too many people hiding behind the first amendment to preach hate. too many people not standing up for our children. too many babies dying.