Tiny child, by your parents torn apart,
I wish I could hold you in my arms; not my heart.
Unloved, unprotected, not held by loving hands;
Your demise is cheered on and upheld in this land.
Unloved, unwanted, torn and abused:
Cast aside for selfish pleasure, broken; confused.
They pursued their own lust and chased after their pleasure,
Not facing their sins but removing their treasure.
Unable to live with the guilt of their sin,
They kill, leaving room to do it again.
Deaf to the cries of their tiny child;
They live on, cocky, self-righteous, and wild.
Death pays for their freedom to live and to love.
They will face judgement for that from above.
Sins for which only death will atone;
Hardened hearts are yet turned to stone.
Whether forgiven or charged for their crimes,
The death knoll still sends its echoing chimes.
Millions sacrificed for promiscuous freedom;
Yet, mocking, they look back at the sin of Edom.