Voices of Angels
Every where I look, I see
Children in wander spree;
Under the rays of burning sun,
Searching for a piece
Of love, not given to them;
Let their voices be heard,
If indeed, we care
Let's act together!
Voices of angels in thin cry;
No one bothers to listen,
'Cos everybody's busy,
Making known for fame;
Leaving them in vain
In exchange for selfish gain;
As they scrounge, for living!
Really, what awaits them?
If, we do just nothing;
They'll surely die,
Which, I won't let it happen;
For I was, once, like them!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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