Suffer the Children
“Suffer the little children, to come unto me
For such is the Kingdom of Heaven.” Jesus Christ
Little feet, little souls leaving earth
ascending innocence to heavenly realms.
By vicious deeds just swept away.
Who gives a damn what I say.
In abandoned sorrow mothers moan
the agony of losing a child
as some others kill their very own
forgetting them in hot cars a while.
Thankfully malice consumes itself.
Cheaper for the state.
Why waste intellect in court,
to determine a capital fate.
Slaughtered during your restful nap
upon your little mat.
Suffer these murdered children God.
Take the masses to your loving lap.
Children of all creeds and colors,
most vulnerable indeed.
Left in lockers, thrown in lakes.
Some killed before they breathe.
Oh, the numbers of children
rising death toll of each day.
Killed in schools or in their homes.
Who gives a damn what I say.
In my heart I’m still a teacher.
Children’s laughter, my first love.
Abusers just don’t give a heck.
Choose a millstone for their neck.
“It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were thrown into the sea than for him to cause one of these little ones to sin.” Jesus Christ
10/7/2022
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2022
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