A LITTLE LIFE

The taking of a little life,

Seems such a common place;

I wonder if they'd change their mind,

If they could see her face.

The little nose, the rosy cheeks,

The little mouth and chin;

The little yawn, the little smile,

With just little grin.

The little arms, the little legs,

The fingers oh so long;

The key-board of a baby-grand,

If she could play her song.

But now she waits unknowingly,

For she will never see;

The lovely flowers as they bloom,

Or see a honey-bee.

The awful price that man must pay,

When men reap what they sow;

Unlike the awful holocaust,

Today we surely know.