Mom and dad scream in each other�s face,

Upturned cries cower in between,

If only they would look down and see

And ground all flights where they be,

Before tears turn to fears

And little hearts flee.

Flight lessons:

Children rained down from on high

When their plane was blown from the sky.

Children played a deadly game in the streets

When hot rockets rained down in sheets.

And children ended up dead in the sand

When forced to swim the Rio Grande.

It was Jesus who warned:

But whoso offends my little ones�

It would be better for you

At the bottom of the sea, He did insist.

But even more, before it�s too late
Please look down and see

While they�re still in our midst.
 

Matthew 18: 1-6