Lilibeth Sacmar Apat


Listen to the children, though silently, they weep
Barely out from the crib, now they're on the streets
Peddling flowers and things until the wee hours of morning
When they should've been securely, peacefully asleep.

Hear the children crying
Their dignity now in shreds
How could you do this to them, think!
You strip off their innocence, their future... dead.

Listen with your heart, listen to their pleas
They could play no more, they are the playthings
They could run no more, feeling alone, cornered, lost
You put responsibilities greater that their shoulders can hold.

Listen to the children weep
Theirs is a pain that should be your own
Theirs is a hardship much difficult to endure
Take heart, listen to them weeping.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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