The grieving women carried the limp,
Bullet-riddled bodies
Of their children
Up the steep steps to the Capitol
And gently laid them down
Upon the cool marble floor
Before the anointed Pilates of the day
The callous Pilates
Unmoved by the display
Ordered their Praetorian Guards
To drag the distraught women away
While they stepped over the wee bodies
The gold bounty for their indifference
Jingling in their pockets