Babes In Arms

Babes in Arms. By Sharon Maria Moemise If you were just a little child In a world resembling the wild where your parents are the beasts huge fangs awaiting, you as their feast If you were that sleepy little one Awoken by the sound of a blazing gun Waking to violent prods and painful poking Not your mommy's loving, gentle stroking If you were just that little babe What would be your best escape when home has become your torture cell and the rest of humanity gone straight to hell? If you were that sweet little thing Whose existence, happiness should bring Would you be sturdy against forces of evil when, instead, you are served up as soup for the devil? If you were that little child Whose lifeless little body found in the wild Ravaged by the same humans, who pretend to mourn Would you even have wanted to be born?