"The Little Child Is"

The little child is alone,
In the dark and cold,
No-one to give him kisses,
No mothers arms enfold.

The little child is silent,
He doesnt bother crying,
He learned nobody comes,
So now he gave up trying.

The little child is hungry,
In his filthy dirty cot,
They were going to bring him food,
But then they just forgot.

The little child is hurting,
His little bottom sore and red,
His tiny head is itching,
From parasites in his head.

The little child is invisible,
To the outside world,
And his terrible silent suffering,
By not a soul is heard.

The little child exists,
In every single town and city,
Children abandoned and neglected,
Given neither love or pity.

The little child is ours too,
We must end his pain,
In this modern age of wonder,
How does it happen time and again?

The little child is not it seems,
An important government matter,
They spend millions on weapons,
And leave his life in tatters.

©2003 LCB