A Boy Without His Name
I have an older brother
he didn’t have a name
they buried him in the dark of night
more Catholic Church shame
The first child of my parents
he was to be their pride and joy
Pure heart break was to follow
without their stillborn baby boy
♞♜♝
Despite the years from being born like that,
they couldn’t hide their broken heart
Every time they spoke of him,
the pain and hurt would start
You couldn’t ever console them,
you see part of them died that day
I never saw my father and mother
ever cry that way
♞♜♝
These dark Middle Age burials
tore many families apart
The crooked Catholic teaching
of a church without a heart
It’s ok to bury them now
we are treated all the same
But too late for the poor angels
in graves without a name
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