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                                     Baby  Doe

The  lull  of  the  cradle, that  will  never  be  rocked, sacrificed  
 To  the  gods  of  choice, the  cradled  violently  hurled  to  the  
Earth, baby  Doe's  blood, spilled  in  the  dirt

The  baby  is  sleeping, inside  mothers  haven, no  crying  it  
Makes, can't  we  stop  the  bloodshed, with  death  in  its  wake
We  cry  out  for  wars  to  cease, yet  kill  baby  Doe, as  it  sleeps  
In  such  peace

Please  turn,  before  your  fate  is  sealed, it  has  no  voice, no  court  of
Appeals, consider  diligently, the  cradles  you've  broken, the  breaths  that
 You've  stolen, baby  Doe's  in  heaven, comforted  in  an  angels  arms
 There's  a  hush, baby  Doe  smiles  in  its  sleep,  your  cries  will  go  
Unheard, outside  Heaven's  gates.  Image and video hosting by TinyPic 
 This picture is my beloved great granddaughter, Olivia.

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