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. This picture is my beloved great granddaughter, Olivia.