Where is the light of good for all to see?
What is it that we strive to do or be?
Is it the truth or justice for all or just for all to be free?
Why should the ones who suffer most be too young to see?
When we go to bed at night should it be as a righteous one?
Or should we just look after ourselves to see that we have won?
Surely all who live on this earth are entitled to live in the sun?
Or should we look to others grief and thank god it was not my son?
May the little ones be gathered up and rest now within god's grace.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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