Saturday, 4 December 2010

Suffer The Children

Saturday morning and children play

Safe under a parent's watchful eye

They will play on every day

Comforted if they fall and cry

But what about in another land

Where they are hungry with nothing to eat

These children could never understand

These are children we never meet

What about the children people neglect

Who live a life where no one will care

This is not the life they would sellect

This is not a life that is really fair

For these children I cry tears

Suffer the children, this should not be

It still goes on, dispite my fears

Where some just refuse to see

Children are a godsend to me and you

We protect them, watch them grow

But out there, there are a few

Where the World leads to woe

copyright Chris Smith 2005

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