Misfits, displaced, and the lost as they are
if you opened your heart's eyes
you would know,
that they really aren't far.

They are the orphaned, abandoned, and forgotten
these are mere children
whose illegitimate "families" have begotten.

They run, hide, and scurry about,
they number in the millions,
yet they only voice themselves to
a bare shout.

They are my brothers, my sisters,
they are the children under the Lord's Care
When others do not see.
They are promised the inheritance of the Earth
they shall have their loving family.

So beware, as I wage my war for them,
to keep them safe and fed,
to finally give them place to call home.

But a home of their own instead.