SUFFER THE CHILDREN...
Bluest eyes from innocense graces
little looks from the smallest of faces
their arms outstretched, their hands held high
expressions not words, speaking their mind
Ignored tho, they sit
not knowing quite why, arms outstretched
they tremble and cry
Some cry for from hunger, some cry from fear
of that which is missing so long were they near
Often abandoned and left on their own
there is nothing for them, no house and no home
These children don't eat, a sleep without grace
frail arms drawn up close, to hide a hallowed face
They did not ask to be here today
the choices wern't theirs their decsions unmade
Tomorrow begins another day new
for those who awake to a heart wrenching view
For there are no friends withing their cold life
hardly any scraps over which to fight
Too many have died well over a million
thoulsands a day so suffer the children
SPC Knight Gregory M
NTC Jan 04
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