Little Feet
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
Carried but a while then coldly denied,
But these little feet make big tracks,
On paths whereby humanity is tried.
Only revelation will show the narrow road not taken,
All the prophets, saints and saviors forsaken.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet make big tracks.
Licentious laws lacking spiritual lights,
Bought by jargon jingoes claiming pseudo rights,
Allow doctors to quietly crush the frightened innocent skulls,
And break the little bent backs, of babes whom parents cull.
Surreptitious organizations sired by Legion and conceived in greed,
Ambiguously cite Philanthropy, touting Lucifer's malignant seed,
So these prophets and saviors may never walk Earth's crusted back,
Nevertheless, these little martyred feet... make big tracks.
One million aborted per year in the U.S. since nineteen seventy three,
In the land of the licentious, certainly not the free.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet leave big tracks......
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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