It's the Children Who Suffer
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who feel the desolation
in all its ugliness and bitterness;
at such tender age,pain
could definetly be an obstacle
to the realization of those dreams
promising to be so remarkable
by leaving a mark so indelible...
Those children who are left
to unpleasant decisions,
devastated by violence
and the fear of their choices...
will not refuse a stranger's kindness;
and they,once afraid of strangers,
become the profiteers
and the abusers...
doing the oppositive of what
they were taught!
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who demoralize themselves
when alternatives are the basic
to their uncertain survival...
It's the children who laugh
even in tragic moments,
to reject their unworthiness
with clues they can't unravel!
They walk in dark alleys,
sleep in dark corners...
dreaming of having a home:
like the one they had before;
don't ask for their names...
they've lost their identity,
because they'd rather forget...
than bitterly regret!
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who pay dearly for someone's mistakes;
and they sleep by day
and wander by night:
to find that affection
that was denied them,
feeling no ebarassment or shame!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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