A mother's hands stack clean needles, latex gloves.
For our children, she says, for the lost ones.
For the ones we've saved many times before,
For the ones we hope to save just one time more.
Why, neighbours ask while politicians gloat.
Why chain the monster only to offer our throats?
Why save a life to simply hand them the knife?
Do you see, can't you see, why can't you see?!