The Providence

Little hands you hit them

Can't hold on

Little feet you tread on them

Cannot go straight on

Little creatures you cause them pain

Become a stoop, get ugly

Little souls you break them

Will leave their body

Again a little baby is born

Comes into this dreadful world

Its fate is already foreordained

It will die of hunger and cold

Another child is growing up

Growing up in hate

It's a victim of the law

Of a too rich state

It's a providence of nature

To give mother the responsibility

It's a providence of nature

To lay a baby in her lap

It's a providence of nature

To give mother the responsibility

It's a providence of nature

That she decides to give birth or not

These seven wise men who decide

Seven very old men

And this white-haired lady too

They cannot understand

The church, god and jesus christ

Want to save the unborn life

Promise you salvation in heaven

But daily so many children die