The Child That Is Here Poem by Randy McClave

Don't forget the child that is born
For them as well we all should mourn,
Half their lives are already torn
They will feel hatred and wrath and scorn.
From their mothers many are pulled away
They are then taken to another home to stay,
They are tossed like a old flower bouquet
For them, I do solemnly pray.
Many don't have clothes to wear or food to eat
Many are just trying to survive on the street,
Hate and ridicule they will all meet
And sadness and pain they will always greet.
I pity the child from a different land
When they leave their footprints on the sand,
Especially when their skin is dark tanned
They are hated because they were planned.
I pity the children who hears the screams
How they are nightmares and not of good dreams,
How they all are apart of evil schemes
Just to take our tax dollars for their survival means.
When a child is born many will quickly forget
About promises and oaths made not to abuse or hit,
But, now many will see that child as a misfit
And the promises made, many will not ever commit.
Before the unborn you shed a tear
Before the unborn you share your worries and fear,
And before the marchers and protesters ever appear
Let's first worry about the child, who is already here.

Randy L. McClave