A little boy lost life's game
                  his parent's sadistic religion to blame,
                a little wound upon his heel
                Never to live, never to feel,
                  while his parents sat and prayed,
                    his blood ran from his wound ,
                  he never had a chance to live
                He left this world too soon,
              Where was his Freedom? His choice? His decision?
                  Cut by the knife of his parent's religion ,
                    what he felt and all that he knew
                  can be measured in days, so little, so few.
                Freedom of religion is not Freedom to kill
                  A child is dead , is this God's will?
                Suffer the children , and the hand they are dealt
                his parents are stupid, he died while they knelt,
                This ridiculous madness must come to an end
                  before another child to the grave we send,
                when will Freedom not be a lie?
              We must find the answer before another child dies.....
     
                                                          - C  Fuller