the uncaredfor are not cared for
like sheep lost in a Bible
or sacrificed as baby lambs
drowned with every other created
bar those selected for the Ark
swallowed by a whale
head chopped off and silver plattered
and young deluded or man-God
ebbing on a wooden cross
devised by fellow men
for the fun of torture
and the most precise of warnings
who is there, up there,
looking out for the uncaredfor?
We might have to do it ourselves.
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