Suffer the Little Children

A child should not be filled with fear,
or wracked with sobs, each bitter tear
that falls from eyes, so full of pain—
to harm a child is inhumane.

 
A carefree time, a happy life;
 a child should not feel hate or strife.
And, as adults they mimic those
who filled their troubled minds with woes.

 
 
Abused and used, they can’t abide
sad, sordid secrets hid inside.
Their moms and dads, entrusted with
the care they need, a parents’ gift.

 
But things go wrong, some just don’t care,
 for them their lives are all but fair.
Still, God sees everything, 'tis true,
their broken hearts, He carries through.

 
If you suspect a child’s abused,
it’s up to you to spread the news.
For evil thrives when left unchecked,
please, get involved, stick out your neck.