Poor Little Baby Poem by Juan Olivarez

Poor little baby,
Poor little one.
Your bones are broken,
Your life is done.
There are bruises there,
On your sweet little face,
And so much dried blood,
That my mind can't erase.

Nobody loved you,
Sweet little one.
They left you alone,
In the name of fun.
Then they would beat you,
Mercilessly.
With no remorse,
And terribly.

Till your little body,
Could take no more.
And God called you,
To heaven's door.
Your little body,
So broken and torn,
And your little life so forlorn,
Will with the angels,
Suffer no more.

Poor little baby,
Your'e free at last,
All of your suffering,
Now is past.
Try to forgive them,
God never will.
Though they cry and beg,
Till time stands still.

12/1/10 Alton Texas