Butterflies In a Hurricane

Who cries for the abandoned child, living on the streets? What is left when hope is stripped away? What is left of their poisoned hearts, As they die inside each day? Victims of an angry world, they never asked to join. Statistics on the nightly news, Faces without names. Why do the innocent have to suffer, at the hands of wickedness? How did they become the victims, of someone else's mess? Born into a world of addiction, and a reluctant parent's scorn. Cast away like garbage, victims before they were born. How do we sleep at night, when someone's child is dying? How can we just look away, when a starving baby's crying? How can we ignore the pain.. Of butterflies in a hurricane?