Childhood Revisited
A three-year-old lies in the dust naked and hungry
While a civil war rages around him in Ethiopia
An Afghani teenager lives every day with terror--
Her future more tenuous than the government
In parts of the world where to be different means
Born into inevitable hopelessness, fear, and death
Many of the world’s children orphaned by Covid
Childhood for them will never be like we knew
Free of terror, churning hunger, ravaging disease
A childhood of fun and frolic, schooling, each new
Day promising new adventures under a parental lid
Born in America we never worried for our next breath
Never surrounded with war’s devastating scenes
Never really wondering what our existence meant
Whether our being was some kind of divine error
No, fact is, most of us live in a comparative utopia
And if we understand their situation, we must agree
written October 30, 2021
[a poem written in my reverse
rhyming style]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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