I saw the sunshine
Floating,
There upon the wind.
I saw the children
Crying,
They have no food again.
I heard their pain
Laughing,
Out in the cold.
I know their minds
Thinking,
Who has sold our souls?
I saw their eyes
Pleading,
Someone take us home.
I just stood there
Knowing,
We are all so alone.
You read my mind, Sandra...I have a published poem about children...beautiful, just beautiful Theodora Onken
Excellent Sandra and so timely. And we must ask ourselves, who does care? And who has sold them out. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you janice. You are a blessed wonderful person. Children are so precious. I do not have any, nor have I fostered any. But I am sure they loved you and you loved them more than any items lost. As I often say about my animals, who destroy everything: My couch doesn't jump up and love me when I come home. Thank you for sharing this. Bless you.