xii.

I see detestable people
Devouring the flesh of a child
Making them a sacrifice
Devising them into toys

Oh how bitter for me to hear
The cries of the innocent children in plea
It's better for them to not get born
Than to live in forlorns

They do wicked things in shadows
covering it by doing charities
philanthropist they say,
more like a silent killer in grey
How blind, how misleading

I weep and cry,
My wail is loud
My inner is shouting
This children needs justice.

Beloved save these littles
make them your little prince and
princessess, take them with you,
make their sufferings end in due.