( / Ashland, Kentucky)

Our Children

I worry when my child has the flu
Or when he comes home from an outing late
Like all parents I worry about my child's fate,
Tell me, "Aren't you a mother, too? ".

Your child is close by, or in your sight
But, you have taken someone else's child away
To God, and for help, they still pray,
Tell me, "How do you sleep at night? ".

While your children eat in joy and peace
Other children now eat in a turmoil
Just because you refuse them on God's soil,
You are the proof that evil did increase.

I am so sick and tired of your lying
You still deliberately misplace the blame
Your soul will burn in Hell's everlasting flame,
Tell me, "Do you not hear the children crying? ".

Randy L. McClave

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Comments (1)

Do you not hear the children crying? , You still deliberately misplace the blame. being insensitive to the cries of the children....... love when it misses it may sound very cruel..... thank u dear poet. tony