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.
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
While they’re still in our midst.
Matthew 18: 1-6