Bruises and Broken Bones
May God bless all, of the children,
and ease their mortal pain.
I trust that you have your reasons,
and this life has not been in vain.
They say that our life is a gift,
could that really be true for all?
What about incest and rape,
or the fuel driven rage of alcohol?
Many children will live their young lives,
without a hug or even a kiss.
Most of us won’t even notice,
I guess ignorance must be bliss.
Instead of passing swift judgement,
or picking up and throwing those stones.
Maybe reach out and help a child,
before the bruises and broken bones.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2023
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