The Cry of Our Future Childs
Here in front of me,
Are the shadows of a nation.
Faltering, falling, than dying.
In my adolescent hands,
In my child’s hands,
And in my children’s, children’s hands.
They cry
They beseech
With gory tears,
Seeping out of their eyes.
As they speculate on why,
Have we forsaken them?
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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