They cry but no one cares,
They hug but no one’s there.
They laugh but no one hears,
And the others laugh at their fears.
They sit in anger,
They shake with the pain.
They hate them so badly,
And their efforts to escape are all in vain.
You know about this child,
You know about her pain.
But you don’t help or even smile,
After all, what do you stand to gain?
the real from a real poet But you don’t help or even smile, After all, what do you stand to gain?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too true.Nice rhyming pattern, by the way. Your poems make me think.