The child's cry
Went ignored. . .
All day,
All night,
Alone.

No mother came
To comfort.
No family came
To care,
For just
Another being
In this crowded,
Dejected world.

The child's life
Couldn't fit
Onto our
Loaded land.
No room was left
In human hearts.

The child's cries
Reached the ear,
Of one who watches
And waits,
Who flies above,
On gentle wi0ngs,
Free from all hate.

The Angels
Had a place
Where the child could lay
Far away from
Our teeming minds
And the lonely lives.

To a peace
That few ever reach,
The angle came.
And whipped its tears
Took it with open arms
The child's cry
Ceased.