Concrete Angels

What would you do? Would you speak up?

How can they tell you, if you're not listening ?

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Little eyes filled up with tears,

little hands with no control.

A tiny voice that no one hears,

a lost, abandoned soul.

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They look for help, but no one sees,

we are all preoccupied.

Another one falls through the cracks,

how many have to die?

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It’s everywhere,

its on the news .

Another child,

broken and bruised.

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We shake our heads,

say what a shame.

but, that child deserves much more!

What we forget is, he has a name,

what are we waiting for?

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How many babies have to pay

until we begin to make a change?

Waiting for someone else to stand,

before we show outrage!

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These children are a priceless gift,

not tools to use for spite.

A monthly payment, cash in hand,

property being used to win a fight.

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Hiding wounds caused by neglect,

to scared to say a word.

Voiceless victims to small to fight,

an angel who couldn’t be heard.

Concrete Angel