How can it be that child alone
All lost and starving skin and bone
With hand outstretched craving food
The fact they stand with hope still there
Despite being seen by a world aware
Soldiers in warm uniform random gunfire loud
Oblivious to the child unclothed unfed unproud
These forgotten children our technology age
Can nothing be done does the child go unsaved
Copyright: Ray Feasey 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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