Many children are poor and lost,
And wander in the busy towns,
Much mal-nourished and poorly clad,
With unkempt hair, and skin disease.
Their eyes have lost their sheen and tear;
They are not sure of food today;
And dangers lurk around corners;
They could be used, misused, abused!
This world of lucre does not care;
Such children walk, bereft of love;
Their future is too bleak and bad;
Just God alone can care for them.
The world can make their plight better,
But who will be the trend-setter?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-05-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem