There’s no such child as other people’s children.
Who’s that child any way?
I’m a grim tragedy on your television.
Why don’t I go away?
How can you ignore my ache so deep?
I remember you!
Born in the world when your senses were asleep.
Aren’t you the father that I knew?
June 21, 2009
Categories: Global, International, Poems . Tags: Africa, Asia, child labor, child soldiers, climate change, conflict, drought, Famine, global warming, Hunger, India, malnutrician, Middle East, neglect, poverty, Slavery, Somalia, South America, violence, world poverty . Author: heartdance . Comments: Leave a Comment