The Song of the Child

Receive me again, Father God,
There is no room!
There is war upon earth, men fight,
They have no time, no food, no pity for babes.
The women staunch men's wounds, and forget us.
Mothers with child are starved.
The new-born dies at the empty breast;
So I died who was your messenger.
I have made no beauty, I have spoken no truth,
I have failed, I was rejected, born too soon.
Receive me again! Father God! Receive me!
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