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BETWEEN HELL AND HOUNDS...MANY INFANTS SEEK US....
Like I told you earlier,
I am living in a country,
where bombs and guns are sought more,
Than bread, milk with a loving cheer.
There was all hell let loose around me,
As I was doing my duty as a journalist,
I had seen death and destruction in movies,
But all that was going on was a greater "hit".
Then I saw an infant girl who looked abandoned,
Left in the wild by those who claim they care,
She was shivering and trembling like a frightened lamb,
The agony and fear in her gaze made me stare...
Made me stare up all around and ask,
What is the fault of this innocent soul?
Why didn't none pay heed to her cries,
For what cause did she have for sighs?
The poor old young one was so grief-stricken,
She looked hungry, thirsty, her face frightened,
I did not care for the hell of fighting around,
I clasped her closely and her smile hearkened,
I took her away from the hell unbound,
And spared her further pain and wound.
And yet there are many many others like her there,
Who want nothing but nurturing, love and care.
