Black child, white child

Black child, white child, brown, red, and yellow

Who has invaded your mother's womb

and ended your precious life?

The life this world so desperately needs

to bring it the peace it lacks

has been taken away by the enemy of everything decent

They've salted the field of your mother's fertile land

they've cut you asunder with the sword of their hand

they've auctioned you off piece by piece to the highest bidder

and denied to the face of the world it was they who played the merchant

There are two types of people in this world

those who tear down and those who build up

those who prey on the weak and those who defend them

Those who steal and those who heal

Those who deny the power of God

and those who know it is real

I pray from the depths of my soul

children black, white, brown, red, and yellow

that in this war against you

the tide will turn

and the thoughts of the wicked will be drowned by the flood

of the glory of God as His Kingdom advances

as the waters that cover the earth

That the waters of your mother's womb

will again be the safest place on earth

as they cover your precious bodies and innocent souls

as you all come to glorious birth

a poem by Alan Russo