Tell me.

Tell me,

have you seen the little ones,

cast off and undefended?

please tell me

have you seen them

as broken they walk away?

have you seen their bloody scars,

wounded from the words

that should have spoken love,

from hands that should embrace.

have you heard their cries,

their laments,

their dirges,

as they bury the life

that so cruelly was declared "dead".

for there is poison in the tongues,

arrows in the pointings,

malice in the hearts,

twisted, bitter, black.

tell me,

have you seen them,

nameless,

alone,

please tell them 

heaven's gates

are waiting

swinging open wide

and free.