Our little ones
With their little lights
So bright and blinding are their little
The beams yet small are brighter still
Than the lights that shine by shear will
50 years from now
You ask how?
Purity, innocence, understanding and love
Makes the light of child brighter than all the stars
Show the wicked and the cruel
Grab the murdering fool
Toss him asunder
Show him the pain in their eyes
So that he will feel his heart breaking
He will hear sorrowful cries
He had better listen well
Naught of the child he has forsaken
But that of his own cries as he rots forever
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I cry inwardly and sometimes outwardly when hearing about the horrible treatment of our little ones. These children count on us for love and protection and for us to betray these children is absolutely unforgivable.
My name is Matthew Sweatt, I'm from Baltimore City and currently reside in PA. I'm 47 and I've been writing forever and I truly enjoy ALL genre of writing styles. Writing has always been a huge integral part of my life.