THEIR CRIES

I hear them cry, their voices ring
My heart mourns, my song breaks
I know it's them, there is no mistake

The voices of the little ones
As they ask why? 
As they beg for what is theirs;
their gift from God.
Their one life.

Please have mercy
I'm your son
I'm your daughter
I need to live
Just as you also do
Have mercy mom, Don't kill me.


Why the little ones, the innocent souls?
What crime, what offense?
By which their breath, to them denied.

To death, you have given your sons
To the Hades, your daughters are gone.
Using your hands to serve cruelty
For from your wombs, they are expelled
To death, they are exiled.
But why?

Why abort that little soul?
As innocent as you were.
As gentle as the morning breeze.
You have taken her soul.
You have killed him.
You are guilty.

You have allied with the devil.
Forgetting, you are still a mortal.
He is not your friend.
He has taken your son.
You have given him your daughter
And your reward will be shame and guilt.

Frank Love Kagulire 12/01/211