There had been too many to count
blue eyes, brown skin
little hands big feet
from Ukraine to Uganda
silent cry the same
“Ma Ma”
Some left in a field
others on a bin
most left with nothing
and overly thin
a few were adopted
many stung by the cold
they started out young
too soon they were old
“no solution” they say
the world is too small
children too many
no parents at all
but what about hearts
of you and of me
provide for these futures
giving more free
a day down the road
there will only be one
one single orphan
and him not alone
penned in moon dust 