I heard children crying, I heard children weeping.
I heard their silent voices screaming of hunger and pain,
where no ears can lend and hear what they say.
I saw them lying on streets under the trees.
I saw them playing to and fro from the streets,
begging for money to fufill their needs.
I saw a little boy crying, telling to his brother
“He’s hungry and wants to eat”.
Yet the poor brother has nothing still to give.
This is just a story of one poor child who suffers from hunger
and nowhere to hide under the rain drops and pale moonlight.
How many more children who bear this scene?
How many eyes who sees and doing something?
How many ears that tried to listen
and took the challenge to stop their grievances.
Are we blind and deaf to share their pleas?
Are we just going to stand as if they don’t exist?
Oh please we should do something to alleviate this poverty!
27th of October,2009
too many mouths too little food. In too many countries is there an answer? I think so birth control but will the world accept it or go on breedding until everyone is starving/
The Poem is True and So Are The Sentiments Too... And Even, If We Can't Do Anything, We Still Need To Be Reminded, Every Now and Then, That We're Not There Yet... (Yet, Only God Will Do Away, With All Of The Problems Of The World) However, We Are Our Brother's Keeper... Good Write Catrina... Your Poet Soul is Shining Thru... MoonBee
Lady Catrina there are lots of voices crying on earth not only the children....The whole world is corrupt Only one can stop the crying..... No one else can. Until then....Good write Lady Catrina..10s
The little boy crying did it for me Catrina. It is the poor innocent children that don't even have a start in life to stand them in good stead for their future. Your poem is straight from your heart and lets hope this poem somehow can help at least one child. It is so heart wrenching. 10 love Karin
Thank you for your responsibility, we all of us should do whatever it may be to prevent at least in our places, thanks 10++
cries and voices with agony, ask us to do something for them, you are with tender heart but it needs a huge social turnover, and subversion of present exploiting system
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Catrina this poem pulls at the stings of my heart because every word is true. Where are the people who care What can be done to stop this tragedy Please read my Get up off your Butt Your comment are welcome 10+++++