No - the baby, who can barely form thoughts
Knows only that she isn't loved, alone in her crib
In the orphanage with dozens of other babes
Some are screaming - not many actually
Some are sleeping, most are listless, staring
There is an eeriness about a roomful of infants
staring into space as if stunned into silence
They don't expect to be picked up, to be changed
They don't even expect to be fed;
For many hunger has passed its peak, now
food is just something that happens occasionally
These are children not even six months old
And already they have been conditioned to apathy
