Who are they?
Where are they rushing?
Some little bodied souls
Rising before the sun
Are they going for some religious duty?
Or enjoy the Nature’s beauty?
Have all the schools disappeared,
Or playthings grounded,
Or books taken by alien invasion,
And adult responsibility marooned.
Blake and Lamb did mention them
In their Eye opening discourse
The world has not sensed till yet
The hopes for tomorrow, they only set.
Wow! We have entered in 21st century,
By performing great deeds
Exploiting the little angels
Has become our daily need.
A simple question to our decayed mentality
Can’t we give a break to this brutality?
I have read a number of your writings. You act as a poet should act drawing attention to the social evils which exist.You couch your work in well written free form prose. The clarity of your messages unmistakable. I am an old fashioned formalist and prefer my poetry metred and rhymed. I get annoyed by so called posts who merely string words together as they come to mind and call the results poetry when it has neither structure nor message I have enjoyed your writing and will read more as time permits. I can appreciate good writing in any form ivor
Hello again poet friend and another very interesting and thought provoking read. LC
Another social evil which needs to addressed and rooted out post haste. What's more disturbing than what is happening is our indifference to it. As along as people take note and feel empathy, there is hope; if we turn our back, it is dangerous. It is truely a sad commentary that - despite our progress - such evil is even allowed to continue. As along as people take note and feel empathy, there is hope; if we turn our back, it is dangerous. Great ending to the piece. Take care
well written, . strong words...we see childeren working around us all the times, , its really strange
wow! ! very nice.....i have written something like this but on war.......it is called ' when the adults go to war'.... read it when time permits
I feel as though I have been Branded again! Sometimes the buy-in to commodity is more weighted than the emaciated body of all of these children... keep Righting them one Peace at a Time.... aroha
Little children, little children, from your mothers arms i take i'll put you in my sweat shops, garments you will make no union to call on, no one to hear your plea you'll just swell my coffers, in this world of insanity!
I felt this was very strong writing becuase the poet identified what for me what I related to as the crucial aspects of the 'problem' - who are they? where are they going? we are dependent upon! how do we undo that dependency? Liitle souls making leather footballs so I can have a kick around in the UK for £2.50.Keep writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are absolutely right! Poets must speak out against the injustices of the world. Thank you.