Best Peoplechild Poems
If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.
I read the news today...
and every word that it displayed,
seem to tumble
seem to fall
blended together
made head
and my sway.
Oh boy...
Some many men had marched one day;
they march for equality and ask to not to be slaved.
Even though they had shown no chains,
they ask to get rid of the cuffs that others gave:
On how they looked
They wouldn't get jobs
On how they talked
Their thoughts must be wrong
Every opportunity, became less and less
Their freedom given long ago, started to regress
I read the news today...
and it had so many words that bled if you said.
they
seemed
to swirl
inside
my
head.
Oh boy...
A child died; the cause was rape,
her tiny body....she couldn't take.
Her mother cried and yelled out:
DAMN MY HUSBAND!
What a bastardy fowl
How could she not have stop this from happening?
In her very own house
Her eyes must be wax
A child of just five had to die form such acts
I read the news today oh boy....
How is the day of the lives of everyone else?
Walking down the street today Ive' come
across so many with not much to say...
On my way I go witha tune in my head
humming so my spirits are not dead...
Another face with hidden eye's, no impression
just a soul with distant lies.....
Pass the hustle and the stares, wondering
if they know or even care....
One last stop on my way, a weeping child
who has lost there way....
To my hand they will not take, because in our
world they can not shake....
Back at home again I wonder why, you can
not help, even when a child cry's.....