Oblivious to dark, foreboding clouds.
The tiny baby snuggled safe and warm.
So unaware of danger looming near,
Secure and trusting in her mother's arms.
From close-up range explosions rent the air.
With deadly aim the lethal volley came.
‘Twas ethnic cleansing practiced by the Serbs,
Mere players in this genocidal game.
The mother tightly clutched her baby close.
She prayed to God that she could be alone.
For naught but futile efforts could she make,
As bullets bonded both their flesh and bone
Thus God recalled this little baby's soul
From such a brief sojourn upon the earth.
The sudden, brutal ending of her life-
Too premature, so few months from her birth
Those thugs from Hades' fiery, hate-filled halls
Will stand in judgment for their heinous crime
And vengeance will be wreaked by God alone
Beyond this life, but all in God's good time