Throw-away Child

The throw-away child,
One who shouldn’t have been…
The one who’s all wrong,
… so let’s do it again.

The one who loves Jesus,
she has to you see,
no one else watches over,
never you, and not me.

She’s too much damn trouble
Our life’s bubble, it’s small -
we haven’t the room,
that damn order’s too tall.

She isn’t our worry,
she isn’t our care.
God’s watching over,
so hush now, don’t stare…

Doesn’t matter she’s dying,
out there all alone,
while we’re’ snuggled up toasty,
in our comfy home.

We can’t lift a finger,
it’s too late for her,
should be ‘miracle time”
if ever there were…

We’ve worked hard for our comforts,
… what has she done for me?
We’ll settle in nicely,
with our evening’s TV.

Let’s turn our sweet cheek,
Shutting tight open eyes,
don’t listen to stories,
they’re only her lies.

She prob’ly deserves it.
She’s a spend thrift for sure,
so what if it’s cancer?
I pray for a cure.

I don’t want to listen,
I’ve got probs of my own.
Oh, sit still and be quiet,
while my heart turns to stone.

© 2009 TMarguerite