Suffer The Little Children - Gail Onion

[Larry Robinson]

Suffer The Little Children

Suffer the little children to come to  America
Carry the soil of the earth  with you little child
Hold it in your small hand and say
Give me asylum  give me a home.
The child in me tormented in their torment
Forced to witness the horror
Behind bars inside cages.
The unmerciful  greed 
The  unholy massacre  of love
Cannibalizing  this good earth
These good children
These  terrorized people
Running for their lives
Into the slathering jaws
At the border of my country.
My  America   tis of thee
They come because they heard the
Bell of freedom ringing because
They saw a light burning away the
Darkness- through tears through
The  anguish of  our immigrant  ancestors.
They  are coming in their suffering
The once noble bells still ring
The once open hearts still are here
My  America  o beautiful  
Do not turn your back

Hold out your hands

	- Gail Onion