Will It Ever Be Alright
We get 120,000 phone calls a month,
Tired, crying, lost, scared kids
With nowhere to turn
And no one to trust,
They seek the comfort of the unknown
Voice, any voice to tell them
They’ll be all right
We get 60,000 walk-ins a month,
Limping, whimpering, tattered kids
With nowhere to sleep
And no warmth to be found.
They seek the quiet of a hall full of
Others like themselves, a room of
Warm bodies, any bodies to
Make them feel all right.
We get 30,000 letters a month,
Tear-jerking, mind-numbing stories of kids
With nowhere to go
And nothing left of their own.
They need their voice to be
Heard by the workers, any workers
Who will try to make
Everything all right
We get 40 notices a month,
Paper clippings or church notices of kids
With nowhere to turn
And no one to trust
They need no more, they have
Given up or been taken out
By crisis, any crisis. Now
They lie silent and there is nothing
Left to make them all right.
Copyright © Juli Freda | Year Posted 2020
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