Rescue Center Poem

September 20, 2012

See their little hands with fingers tiny, small

Never to be beater, or else apart they fall

See these little feet with sweetest rosy toes

Never to be stood on, leave them free to go.

See their tender ears – eager to hear more.

Never to be screamed at, not what they are for.

Their little mouths, so beautiful, expressing thoughts so

If we stop their wisdom nothing will get out

Cheery eyes all clear and bright, seeing everything

If you choose to cover them, nothing will go in

See those little souls, still free and innocent

Through anguish, pain, and suffering, this purity will end.

With their little spines, tall and straight they sit

With every unkind word, they bend a little bit.

Of people walking upright, we want more about,

So let us make our children people who speak out.

 

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WILL YOU PRAY? WILL YOU GIVE? WILL YOU GO?