The Solitary Child
Born to time and it's despair
who is this solitary child for who no one cares?
Tears alone welcomed her that day,
as this child's mother slipped away.
A birth unintended
while life is randomly upended
and in the physical realm
is born the child of the oak and elm.
A prophetic dream laid waste to this land
where strangers walk the dampened sand
and the child taken out to open sea
is the harbinger of every you and me.
One day this child spurned
will find its way back and be returned
to the cause of justice, love and freedom's creation
where once it was spurned in the hopes of a nation.
For now, this solitary child yearns
aching in pain from lessons it has learned
and with a promise of a newer chance
perhaps the child will see America and the world advance.
Beware, users, traffickers of our children's lives
you have no right to choose who lives or dies
justice shall be most unkind, angry, righteously vexed
with you and anyone who might steal innocence next.
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