The Angel
When a child is surely born, hopes surround her future,
Celebrations are all over, innocence is seen in her eyes,
Life is in the making, for growth is surely inevitable,
Not knowing what awaits her, and what the future holds.
And now reality is here, the sweet child is weeping,
Crying with no redemption, attention has eroded,
Aaah! Abuse is the order, the rights have faded,
From beatings to punishing, harassing of the girl,
Molesting of the angels, is killing of our future,
Denying of their rights, is surely retrogressive,
So many are afflictions, of the little children,
If God loved them so, why do denounce them.
Touch their hearts, never pierce their hearts,
Stop! Stop! The violence, help save the children,
Report any violence, curb this immorality,
And bring back the smile, of the little children.
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