posted on Jul, 20 2005 @ 12:45 AM
A child was born late last night.
Dumped by his mother, let's follow his plight.
Unsheltered, unclothed, his body so frail.
He was exposed to the wind and the hail.
To life he clings, no reason why.
Fate is inevitable, soon he must die.
Shivers uncontrolled, his body so blue.
Resigned to his fate, nothing he can do.
Soon now his wails will come to a cease.
Soon in his face, nothing but peace.
His spark is extenguished and his struggles end.
His short life spent without a friend.
How can God let such things take place?
The innocent babe suffered much disgrace.
What did he do to deserve the pain?
He was an unblemished soul, without a stain.