Against a field of heart Shaped blue A Union knits from Uniquenesss gleened by a billion Yesterdays before A baby. To come so far, only to Die. Because the lips could not speak; So tiny, so alone, so weak. Thousands added daily to the score, America seeks another Door. An unseen armband I've seen it before On those who claimed Allegiance to a Super Race Same outcomes Just a different court Given a different face That door Reveals another side, Where Hitler having seen you Gets up to offer you room Retorts you are just like him Creating by law His self same held conclusion Kill that your Way without exclusion Propagate that Your body is your own Though the bible says it's not Read the Paper and wonder why we rot. Where's homeless denote An ungodly empire It's not the enemies Feared so long Taxing heavily Your soul once strong It's the hand of a Baby touching your heart that you sent To a world apart. Where angels speak for tiny Lives, where Christ weeps daily Where Goodness survives. Now alone Your feeling their weight The time lock of the Door is engaging final spin Either you come back to Gods word Or, "You die Within." © James Maxwell Warren My Dear Friend Jim, does not have a PC and is not on the net. If you would like to leave a comment on his poem, "Babys Breath", I have set him up a Guestbook so that he may see your comments when he 'visits' me. If you do enjoy his poem, please do leave him a message here: