Tears from the babies

In silence they cry

Worn from the dust

To eternity they fly


Fenced from the parents

Away from the view

Distance to life

Given only to a few

No more talked about

Actions do believe

Anguish this lot

Just became reality

Sacrifice to Baal

Walk to the furnace

Killed before birth

Somehow justified to us

Given up to cause

Given up for wants

Is there a God?

Who holds accounts

for our haunts?


Given before self

Are children our debts?

Or just to die

In humanities regrets?



Humanities Regrets by Ronhales                                                                                                                                              2 Corinthians 7:10

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