I watched my old friend on his knees
Shaking in his quietened anguish
I listened to his ragged breathing
And knew he was mouthing prayers.
His fists unfurled and his shoulders fell
As he scooped up his broken child.
He stood and looked into me and said
‘Does your God approve of this’
Then he spat straight into my face.
I could do nothing, I could say nothing
And I turned and walked away
For yet another sleepless night