Innocent's Lost

Ripped from the haven of a loving arm, 
Brutally taken, without care of harm.
And the muffled sobs through the night
Scarcely voice their anguished plight.

Protected by, the cloaks and beads
And fear to challenge the heartless deeds.
How many perished to hide 'The Shame',
preserve the hypocrisy of 'The Good Name'?

How terrified the girls must have been.
Locked away before their sin is seen.
Shunned by all, lest the tarnish spread,
some longed for the mercy of being dead!

Evil comes, in so many forms,
not always showing, hooves and horns.
And all that suffering would be in vain,
If we allow these terrors ever reign.

If you feel our youth, they lack respect,
Truthfully ask, what should we expect?
So Saints and Scholars, bow with shame,
For the discarded babies, without a name.