Defenseless voices, so tiny they cannot speak,
and despondent protesters cry out, so weak.
Unable to defeat the death demons of earth,
For millions of little ones, there is no birth.
Their future is denied. There is no tomorrow.
I weep for the loss of life, Oh...what sorrow!
Wonderful, unique futures shall never unfold.
Special talents and gifts, we shall never behold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem