God's Child

Curious eyes all around
"Whose is it?" the question surrounds
Few walk past, "Why do I care?"
It is this attitude that gives me the scare!

The uniformed men are tight lipped
"An accident, a murder?", a coin is flipped!
"A girl or a boy", nasty innuendo begins...
"T'was perhaps the father, a girl you know, is a burden!"

"No-no", another said, "how ridiculous to blame the parents,"
"In the dark she was taken by few drunken lecherous serpents!"
"Yes-yes", "tch-tch", "so shameful", the voices agree and disperse...
"Whose is it?" someone asked again, "rumour has it, she was a curse!"

Fuming I turned back, shouting through angry tears,
"T'was a child's, God's special one, God's very dear!"
"He doesn't care if it was a boy or girl,
All are equal, all precious gems, all sparkling pearls!"

Written for Write Tribe's Wednesday prompt! Also linking it to Poets United's Mid-Week Motif ~ Equality!