Pearl S. Wilson
They Are Still His Babies - Poem by Pearl S. Wilson
With their little faces
What is wrong with their faces?
Can you see their faces?
And ask what went wrong?
When you see what do you see?
Can you see the rings around their eyes
From not sleeping?
And the pain in their hearts
Because of the hate
And he is waiting
For them to come back
Because they are still his babies.
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