Ask The Children Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON

We complain about poltued air, Rivers and seas...
But children nowadays babysat by TV screens,
And we expect their lives to be somehow clean.
We then we let them wander around, In packs like dogs,
To prowl the night streets, In their mental fogs,
Untill they end up deep in their sorrows and sobs.
Many people complain about the children nowadays...
'Spoiled Little Brats', I've heard some say,
Out of the hood like a pack of strays.
Well when the hell did we take the time,
To listen to the questions of their youthful minds,
And to understand their search for a life?
Is It too much that we meditate,
On where we're headed, Before It's to late?
Let's help our children learn to participate!
For as a world family, We all bear the chore,
Of teaching our young to be so much more,
Than ' Just a Home-Boy ' Whom we'll soon deplore.
A youthful mind must be nourished well,
Guided and strengthened to withstand all hell,
And most of all loved, And cared for well.
So what's my part, And what's your part too,
Come on people let's see what we can do,
To heal the hurt that affecta me and you.
This gangsta thing has gone way too far,
They now shoot at each other from the inside their car.
Then another child dies, And breaks someone's heart.
Maybe It's the children we shoud ask,
' What can we do to take on the task...'?
To make your world a safe place at last.
No matter how, Let's ask these questions,
Let's find a way to work toward the solutions,
That would involve us all in the resolutions.