Wee Warriors

Suffer the children,
broken and abused.
For imagined crimes
they stand accused.

Wee warrirors
trudge through the day,
bobbing and weaving,
watching what they say.

Little bodies
painted with bruises.
Their very presence,
like fire on fuses.

Sad faces
and pleading eyes,
begging for love
and strong family ties.

Body and soul,
abuse taking toll
Cries behind doors
a neighbor ignores

Yet tiny victims
still love and protect,
even the hands
of pain and neglect

Unconditional love
and forgiveness abounds
as they walk in God's ways
to heavenly sounds.

It's positive proof
of their great reward.
They've been delivered into
the hands of the Lord.

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