Tiny things, small, unprotected
Open to the evil of the world
Beaten, starved, cold ,neglected
Hiding in a ball, all curled
Trying to survive the horrors
Little tears from little eyes
Have no thought about tomorrow
No-one listens to their cries.
Tiny things too weak to fight fate
In a world that is too rough
For most of them it is too late
To live today would be enough.

Doreen Reynolds