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I Weep for the Child

I weep for the child wandering aimlessly though the night.

Hang on sweet child! Wish I could say “it's gonna be alright”.


Your body's bruised and broken, spirit hanging by a thread.

I want to find you before it's gone, fallen, broken, dead.

How can I stand the images; sympathize, and then look away?

The pictures in my mind, sutured in my head, will forever stay.


I weep for the child whose hunger is an all consuming thought.

A swollen belly leads to places of disgust as meager food is sought.

How can I stand the images; sympathize, then turn and look away?

The pictures in my mind, sutured in my head, will forever stay.


I weep for the child raped, misused by men of greed and lust,

Their tiny, diminished bodies left to rot in the blowing dust.

How can I stand the images; sympathize, then turn and look away?

The pictures in my mind, sutured in my head, will forever stay.


The world is shrinking. We cannot claim we do not know their plight.

No longer can we turn our heads.  We must try to make things right!


Cecelia

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