By Wendy J. Dunn
Babies’ eyes
I want to cry
They haunt me
Babies’ eyes
Dull
Frightened
Disengaged from life
Babies who don’t know
How to play
Babies born in prison
Born in fear
A prison for the innocent
Men, women, babies
All innocent
Locked away for –
What? Why?
A denial of our humanity?
What are we doing?
What am I doing?
How can I be human
When I avert
My gaze
From Babies’ eyes?
I am ashamed
I am an Australian
And guilty
I cannot wash my hands
Of this massacre of the Innocents
Artwork by Kathryn Lamont.