Two lives

In a stage circle, the broken child smiles,
her hands rise in a circle for Earth.
We stand to mirror and sing out
a song of joy that she guides,
not as a spoilt copy,
but a divine spark
like you and me.
The nightmare
now a
dream.

Gasp.
Whimper
Her last sounds
as gas hisses.
Condemned as corrupt-
a threat to purity.
Sterilised and removed.
No, not by Nazis fanatics,
they only strengthen the solution.
We had the kindness to merely discard.