It Matters

Who hugs the little children,
abused and all alone -
if no one cares to look for them?
Real, but yet unknown.

Who hugs the hurting mothers,
(for many have been used) -
if no one cares to look for them?
Real, but yet abused.

So many different ways, there are -
that powerful abort -
the old, the young, the innocent,
who have their lives cut short.

The weak, the sick, the handicapped,
are also not exempt -
from those who hold lives in their hands,
below their deep contempt.

Who hugs the unborn babies -
discarded in the trash?
Can life be kissed back into them -
or brought back with our cash?

The rest of us just sit around,
as if we do not care -
but if their target's placed on us?
"Oh no, they wouldn't dare!"

Focused, if we are, on self,
then we will never see -
an end to all the violence and...
more victims there will be.

Decisions have been rendered.
The damage has been done -
though maybe not affecting us,
it matters to each one.

For God so loved the world.
He listens to our prayer.
He knows if talk is just mere words -
or if we truly care.

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This poem was a finalist in the June 2011 poetry contest