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