"Kim Lee" ©2006
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Lil' Lives
by Betty Baker Bailey Standing outside the gates I see lil' children taken in. They're pleading for their lives. Is there no one listenin'? I offer out a blanket made with extra special care, "Please don't take your babe into the dragon's evil lair." Amid the children's cries, My heart slowly dies; From my eyes hot tears are hurled. The "greatest nation" in all the world Cares not for their little lives. I work at making blankets fast and pretty as can be. My hope is that mom accepts the life she cannot see. It's only thread and needle and a hope that never dies For children count upon me and my love for lil' lives. I hear the children cry As they slowly die. While a mighty flag unfurls, The "greatest nation" among the worlds Ignores the lil' children's cry. In the cold, rainy morning I leave early for my post. No time for cup of coffee. No time for buttered toast. I hurry to the corner where the children enter in And cry out to their mothers', "There's a lil' child within." Can't your heart hear them cry, "Please, don't make me die. I love you so, Mommy, please. I'll be the best child e'er on your knees. Please, Mom, don't believe the lie." We aren't to stand by silently while the lil' children die. There's always something we can do if we will only try. A blanket or a bonnet; a stuffed bunny or two fives Can sometimes make the diff'rence in the lil' children's lives You, too, can hear them cry If you really try; And your heart has not been burled. Inside our flag the dark lie's been curled Demanding lil' children die. Won't you come and join with me on the corner in the cold? Where for nothing more than dollars children's lives are sold. I promise you'll not leave the same as when you came to see. Perhaps you'll even join me as for their lives I plea. Yes, my heart hears them cry, As they fight the lie And the knife inside is hurled. Is there a people in this great world That cares about the little children's lives? |