The Souls of Children

Who bids for the souls of the children—

Body and soul and brain?

Who bids for the souls of the children—

Young, and without a stain?

“Will no one bid?” said the Nation,
    “For the souls, so pure and white,

And fit for the good or the evil,

The world on their page may write?”

“Give me the little children, “

Said crime, “Ye rich, ye wise,

And let the busy world spin ‘round

While you shut your idle eyes.”

“And your judges shall have work,

And your lawyers wag the tongue,

And the jailers and policemen

Shall be fathers of the young.”

“I‘ll bid for the children,”

Cries the Communist—Atheist too;

“I’ll shatter the God they believe in,

And tell them the Bible’s not true.”

“I’ll plant in their hearts deep rebellion,

I’ll teach them to hate Church and State,

I’ll use them to bring revolution

To this country; and I’ll seal their fate.”

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“I’ll take souls of your children,”

Cries the horrible monster called War!

“I’ll use them for cannon fodder

And scatter your sons afar.”

“I’ll fill them with venom and hatred

And place in their hands a sword

To kill every man, his brother, As he follows my blood-thirsty horde!”

“We bid,” says the pest and the famine,

“We bid for life and limb,

Fever and pain and squalor

Their bright young eyes shall dim.”

“When the children grow too weary,

We’ll nurse them as our own,

And hide them in secret places,

Where none shall hear their moan.”

“Oh! Shame!” Cries the heart of Jesus,

“Oh! Shame that this should be!

I’ll take the little children

Oh! Give them all to me!

I’ll raise them all in kindness

From the mire in which they’ve trod,

I’ll teach them words of salvation,

And lead them up to God.”

-Author Unknown