Nine months, several painful hours.
Then love, joy, and hope is born.
A smile, a face, so innocent, so pure,
How could they treat it with scorn?
How could a mother forget
the moments of love received?
When do those times falter?
Can those innate feeling leave?
Though from heaven it self,
Still they are forgotten,
Neglected, abused, misused.
Trying to become and learn,
They're shouted at and shamed.
Emotionally they are distraught.
Physically they are maimed.
In a world were so many children are mistreated,
How much longer do you expect us to remain?
Their innocent hearts are crying.
Justice will soon be obtained.