A Different Childhood
In the darkness of the cold night
I shiver with fright
I look around
No one to be found
Why did you have to go dad
Whoever took you and made mom sad
My body can't hold any longer
No more I could deal with this hunger
The cold is tiring my fragile bones
I'm feeling scared from this long storm
All I'm asking for is a home
And a sweater, please to keep me warm
Doesn’t it matter that I'm only five?
That I deserve a better life?
Won't someone please care to wipe these tears..
Wont someone chase away the fears..
So silent in this world they stand
For the love of God, people
Where's the helping hand..
Does anyone care about my scars?
I'm just a child, destroyed by war
Wild_Heart
I was walking in campus today, it was cold and windy, I had warm clothes on and my tea was nice, but I wondered as I rushed from the building to another, how children coped with war, with poverty, with hunger, with winter…
posted by Wild_Heart at 8:43 PM
5 Comments:
That picture is so sad. A great poem.
This is why I'm thankful for organizations like Compassion International.
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Lola>>It brings tears to my eyes everytime I see it..it is heart-breaking..Thanx for ur time
rudaba>>It's hard enough watching it all on TV, and looking at pictures. I don't know how I would deal with seeing it with my own eyes..must have been shattering..Thanx for passing by..
Sara>>yah..we are all thankful for such organizations, sometimes though, I wish there were more of them..and I wish they were more effective..Thanx for the comment
really touching..
it's sad how we take things for granted and forget people who r deprived of simple life necessities..
ur words really captured the feeling of the picture
great work with ur blog ;)
.::mooni::.
Mooni>>True..we really do take a lot of things for granted:)
thanx for passing by;)
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