Stolen

The sounds of your cries
When you were born
Was the sweetest melody in my ears

The pride I felt
When i counted your toes
Fingers and more

Perfection a gift from God
At ten months old
A stranger came
Snatched you from your safety net

I cried
I trembled in fear
For no one knew
And then eight days later

Your bruised battered body was found

I should have started out by saying
"I Live In South Africa"
Where the lives of babes
Amount to zero
And the animals are heroes.