Little Children

Dead black kids in Atlanta
When will this insanity end
White or black, many or one
The killer poses as a friend
Fear grips the little children
They can hardly sleep at night
The Klan The Nazis, and the FBI
Only adding to their fright

In South East Asian refugee camp
To Haiti and beyond
The suffering of these little ones
Screams at a world gone wrong
The selfishness, greediness
And wars have crippled and killed them
We can roll in the shame of our sinful gain
But we can’t replace our children

Abort me abuse me
Rape and use me
To buy your way to happiness
Swear or hit me or just neglect me
It’s only at a child expense
What does it matter
You’ll get what you’re after
But if I die before I wake
I’ll be safe
In the arms of my Saviour
So much love for so much hate