We heard that we had killed a man
who was our sworn enemy
That he was buried at sea
after careful preparation according to his religion
As no country would take him;
So no country could make his body a shrine
We scream in joy/cringe in shame
that we killed our enemy
The contradictions of killing,
then ultimate respect for the dead
Tell us that we are sometimes human
Yes, we are sometimes human
Unless our enemy is a poor or dark skinned 12 year old
of our very own
Locked up in a children’s prison of our very own
Treated worse than enemies
who swear to kill us all
There is vastly more in the news and the forums
that we mistreat the mortal enemy
Than there is in the news and the forums
about our own children
This tells us that we are not fully human
We are in no way fully human
When our mortal enemy gets more care and respect
With burial at sea
and more glamorous ritual and care
Then our very own children
who are imprisoned, murdered, cremated and tossed
Like dust in the garbage
Like dust in the wind.
For the children.
The World’s children.
The children who are somewhow an easier
and more forgettable
and less reportable kill
Than killing evil men.
Over 2200 juveniles nationwide have been sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Children as young as 13 years old have been tried as adults and sentenced to die in prison, typically without any consideration of their age or circumstances of the offense.