Who Will Cry

Who will cry for little children Ones that have know name Who will care for the forsaken Abandoned with no shame So are born to a world so cruel They're born without a chance Little ones discarded as chaff Never given a glance Others die before they ever Shall get to see this world Taken with the force of hatred Torn apart and hurled Does it matter which is killed When both lives are removed The one that lived beyond the tomb Or the life not yet used