Today I picked up the paper

Looked inside what did I see

A hungry and sad little

Angel looking at me!

I said she was beaten daily

Cold hungry and abused

If she dare speak

At the wrong time

Their fists and feet they used.

Her trusting eyes look pleading

You could almost hear her say

I know that nobody loves me

I hope I die today

Suffer little children

The queue is endless

Bought on by ignorance

A perfect rendezvous

For all the ills of  mankind

No vaccine on view

No child should ever feel this

Human beings in a caring society

Don’t make me laugh

We would hang our heads in shame!

written by Janet Smith