Above, my "baby" at five weeks.

When they hear another in distress

Babies cry:

More empathy than you or I.

Few remember back that far.

How I wonder what we are:

The spawn of teasing parents, peers or fate,

Who sired such indifference and hate?

When another does, an infant cries.

When did our hearts devolve to lies?

When did we stray so far off Love's path

That when another falls, 

We laugh?