This is a very old poem, in fact it was written while I was still in high school.
by: Leanne S. Underwood/ Pippin
©Copyright 1991
In a world that doesnt know
Lies a child of four in pain,
Too poor for medicine
Her mother cries in shame.
In a world that doesnt share
A baby does cry,
Too hungry to sleep
The little one will die.
In a world that doesnt care
A little boy does dream,
Yet in his real-life nightmare
He can only scream.
In a world that doesnt hear
The cries of the children sound,
In agony will leave the children
Forever bound.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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