In God’s image come babies:
Better protect them from rabies.
We don’t like when they throw up;
We can’t wait for them to grow up.
We teach them worldly ways;
We stop their simple plays.
We stop their simple joys;
We stop buying them toys.
We fill their minds with fears;
We change their smiles to tears.
We change their love to hate,
Before they’re seven or eight.
Their trust we misuse;
Their childhood we abuse.
Their innocence we destroy,
And when they start to annoy,
We send teenagers to foreign lands,
To fight our wars in shifting sands.
When body bags return,
We put ashes in an urn.
We build memorials with their names,
But we never change our games.
In God’s image come babies:
Better protect them from rabies.
