The Innocents
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Do they feel the pain
Of the cold instrument as it intrudes upon their first and only home?
Do they feel it clutch at them?
Why is the world's cruelty the first thing to hold their hand?
Do they feel unwanted or unloved
As pain rips through their tiny body?
Do they feel alone?
Do they feel cheated?
Can You hear their cries in Heaven?
...
Are You there with them through it all?
Can You stop their suffering?
Do You hold them close and whisper in their ear so they know love does exist?
Do You tell them about those who mourn for them?
Do You teach them to pray
For all of us still on Earth?
Just know that we love you always,
Children who were taken too soon.
Forgive us Father, we know not what we do.
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