Tears from the babies
In
silence they cry
Worn
from the dust
To
eternity they fly
Fenced
from the parents
Away
from the view
Distance to life
Given
only to a few
No more talked about
Actions do believe
Anguish this lot
Just became reality
Sacrifice
to Baal
Walk to the furnace
Killed before birth
Somehow
justified to us
Given up to cause
Given up for wants
Is there a God?
Who holds accounts
for our haunts?
Given
before self
Are
children our debts?
Or
just to die
In
humanities regrets?
Selah 
Humanities Regrets by Ronhales 2 Corinthians 7:10