Venezuela Children Are Weeping
The afternoon dances before and night sky
Threadbare shoes dangling on their tired feet
Torn up clothes bulging underneath the deep
Dirty clothes sticking to their slender backs
And a strange odor circulates around them
Five boys and one girl searching for another world
With little hope of turning themselves around
I wonder how long it took them to get here
They looked feeble and unhappy but fearless
They must have experienced a lot going up and the town
And wandering all around with big yellow bags strapped on their back
I started to think about their situation but I was careful not to ask too much questions, I wonder if they were trafficked here
This burden was too much to bear
Venezuela’s children are weeping
Weeping for their mother
Venezuela’s children are crying
Crying for their fathers
Their blood is all over the street and their wounds are very deep
Day and night they roam the street
Hustling and smoking ash, that’s all they have got
Swollen eyes and rusty talk, they linger in the dark
Looking at their homeland sinking in the ocean
Venezuelan children are crying
I can hear their tender heart beating
and their mothers running and screaming
How much more blood will you shed
How many more bodies will you set on fire?
How many more dead have to bury the dead
How many more hearts you have left bleeding
How many more countries have to be reprimanding and pleading
Venezuela children are weeping
Reckless leaders and heartless soldiers
Siting on the throne of doom defending
Something that will be broken soon
Broken city, broken country, broken bodies
People moving from pillar to post
And the children scattered around looking like ghosts
They roam the streets and eat from the garbage heap
Venezuela’s children are weeping
Once upon a time you were rich with natural resources
But now your wealth and indigenous culture is gone
You must surrender now to make the children lives better
Your days are over but the children still have a long way to go
Wake up from your slumber call a meeting at once and deal with this matter, strike a deal with your opponent and offer your condolence, you can choose to exit quietly or it will be done forcefully,
Venezuela children are weeping don’t waste any more time
Venezuelan children are weeping they have stopped breathing
I took a ride down town, yesterday to relax my tired mind
I bumped into potholes, broken roads that loosen the screws
on my bicycle
By the time I reach my destination the breaks were gone but I hung on
I rode around the corner and sat on the wall in front of stall but I could not find anyone to help me at all
I sat for a while then walked up the in search of a soul
I found some young people sitting on the wall with their bicycle in front of them; they were eating rice and talking about paradise
I asked them to help me fix the brake and they helped me sincerely
They used simple tools and their unique survival skills pulled them through.
My heart was touched and my spirit disturbed
My heart melted by their subtle kindness, they weren’t expecting anything but I rewarded them with something
Worn-out shoes and shabby clothes
Sitting on the wall anxiously waiting for a call
Innocent eyes stare at me, hopeless eyes pleading to me
They make a living by making all kind of delivery on their old bicycle
They wandered up and down the street looking for a place to go
Venezuela’s children are weeping all over the town
You must climb down and return the milk to the town.
Venezuela’s children are weeping.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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