A mother searching into the midst of night.
Her bosom calling for the embrace of her lost child.
The forgotten child of humanity.

The armed soldiers of justice are everywhere.
On the fields of battle, out on the streets, in our homes.
The perished homes of our lives.

The children misplaced, misused, mistreated.
They do not remember the warmth of love, nor the strength of a mother.
A mother who is constantly being reminded,
Of the loss of her child.