How can you bury a baby alive in a hole?
And leave her there in the cold – where’s your soul
The police take her up and tend to her needs
Whilst an investigation starts of these hard deeds
Surely our role is to look after the helpless ones all
If you can’t give her to someone who cares in this call
Sit and ponder her fate now wondering if she is fine
When your deed could have meant the end of her time.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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