Children

 We love the children

But not enough to save them
From our selfish ends

We love the children
But still their small stomachs growl
Inside the cold tents

We love the children
But lock them up in their schools
Still the bullets come

We love the children
Seem to love the black ones less
Everybody’s shame

We love the children
At least until they are born
Then they’re on their own

We love the children
But we love our weapons more
Barricade their schools

We love the children
But teaching love eludes us
They live rudderless