Wounded innocence is a terrifying state of grace.
An important moment of neglected suffering which is not
alleviated either by the pretence of remedies from so-called experts,
nor by the tinkling bells of distracted comforters.
Food and healthcare belong to everyone,
but by millions they die of illness, hunger and abandonment.
The planet’s development plans follow a slow path,
but it is at this moment that the little ones are on the ground
and a little later that they will die.
These are the innocents.
The earth, over there, is more arid for them
and the cold, the winter, is harsher.
Babies, children, adolescents, adults, old people, they exist.