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The Prayer

The Prayer

Still innocent but full of hate,		
their parents' death has sealed their fate.
Children soldiers with guns and swords,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Deep scars crisscross their fragile form,
with the gang they did not conform.
Children beggars, their cries ignored,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Young lives deprived and in despair,				
exploited, abused, there’s no care.
Children slaves, for their plight implored 
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Voices lost in the wilderness,
screaming out for some tenderness.
I want to put up Peter’s sword,
helpless, I pray to you my Lord.

Written by Ronald Zammit
Dated: 21.04.14



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  1. Date: 4/21/2014 7:13:00 AM

    This is a very touching work about the plight of some children today..If only we as a caring nation could do something to change the situation..It is good to put this kind of message out there..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara