Sunday, 3 March 2013

Give them wings

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

Xxx

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.

7 comments:

Stan Ski said...

I've seen it first-hand... it's heartbreaking.

Emma Major said...

me too, a number of times, there's no forgetting it once you've been there is there. where did you go.

Laurie Kolp said...

It is so sad to think of children being robbed of their childhood. You have broached a tender topic that needs to be addressed.

reserved-flight said...

A world is not a good place when its children are starving or abused. Thanks for addressing the issue,

Elizabeth

Peggy said...

I am with you on these wishes! I guess we can only work one child at a time though. Still it is worth the effort to reach this goal.

brenda w said...

Thanks for casting light into the darkness.

Walt Wojtanik said...

Wonderful thoughts, all. Well expressed.