LAMENTATION
Give ear barren land, to the dirge from the tomb,
your infants, they wail, as they're torn from the womb.
Cry out little ones, cry out and lament,
through a choice not your own your life is now spent.
Though your anguish is felt by the One from above,
your killers below never knew such a love.
They thought you a burden to hamper their stride,
it's because of their selfish hearts that you died.
In eternity's future if you look in their face,
they will flee the encounter and turn in disgrace.
M.G. Sparks
