Tossed Away

There's a nearby island
Where they throw babies away.
People find the tiny bodies
Washed up on sandy shores or
Tossed out in isolated open areas
Like old and broken dolls tossed away.
Except, they weren't toys;
They were living and breathing beings
Defensless against what was done to them.
The law catches the tossers - eventually.
Then there's no safe place on earth for them.
Nobody likes a baby killer, especially here in this place.
Their names and faces plastered in the papers
And on the news, targets advertised for destruction
At the hands of those who have suffered.
No matter how much security tries to
Protect them, they'll get theirs when
They get tossed in here.