So many kids in the world
Live in the worst conditions
Every instant is a slap in their face
Yet they don't complain about their existence
Everytime I see their plight
I gasp at the unbalanced world
Every child deserves a childhood
Away from dusty snares and cold
I long to give them wings
To let them know they're valued
To let them ride away into the blue
To first and last see them blessed
A poem incorporating the words from the Sunday whirl and touching on why I do what I can for charities that support children in poverty around the world.
Today as red nose day approaches I dedicate the poem to comic relief.