Thrown Away

Thrown away Never got the change to laugh, never got a change to cry, never even a change to be tough Never succeeded nor failed, not a talent where ever unveiled Thrown away A new life supposed to be celebrated, but now instead it’s illuminated Why O why does mothers throw away their newly born baby Or rather must I say murderer for a mother of such deed will never be capable not even maybe Thrown away Deserted, left alone, forsaken, rejected, discarded Hasn’t even had the privilege to receive a name O mother young or old, rich or poor, black or white who is to blame Why throw away a life with which you were mutually matted Thrown away In a gutter, along the road, in trash can, in a river bed There lays a leader, a father, a mother, a Preacher, a helper There lays Country, there lays the world Too all the babies that lost their lives before they received it, we salute you We acknowledge your life Thrown away Is it not us that is thrown away, is it not us that needs be found Thrown away We are lost when instead of Life we bring death Thank you Lord that you grace is free – not a dime nor a pound Upon us Lord do not bring your wrath. Lancelot Hill