Naked Bellies
Children are children,
They want to play only,
They like toys and rides,
They cry when they need food.
Although they are yours
And although they are mine,
Children are children,
They will learn from a family or a society.
I am poor can’t afford,
Look at their naked bellies,
Always searching food,
And fresh water to kill thirst.
I can educate them,
Their poverty is only their luck,
But how can I shut their eyes?
So they can’t blame me.
When they shall be grown up,
When they shall look at the shinning lights,
They shall feel their darkness,
They shall be helpless to define poverty.
If I shall be alive,
I shall educate them,
Your hard toil only can change you,
Work hard and stay in peace.
But I afraid, if a third person,
He educated them they shall be a thief,
Or a robber, smuggler and deceiver,
I never thought they will be criminal.
Children are children,
It depends upon you and me,
If we didn’t cooperate them,
A third person will get a benefit.
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