The Children's Voice Poem by Brigitte Perrussot

The voice of sorrow
A sudden life demand taking place
Broken hearts for various unseen reasons
Forceful unnecessary changes
I hear their cry loud and sharp
I feel weaknesses in me. Holding tied my treasuries. I need soldier strength to overcome these voices. I need golden heart to resolve these unplanned strategies.

The loud outspoken words in my head hardly reflect the inner spoken words of these children.
I dream big but should dream fairly, as the picture is always perfect in mind and messy in re-ality. These voices are echoing the lullaby of hunger, poverty, sickness …
See to believe
Believe to tell
Tell to educate
Educate for it to exist.

My heart is strained full of clear traits that no one can see my bleeding soul. Tear of a hopeful feeling and a thoughtful realization trooping into the empty cup. For is human not to under-stand but to consider of the deepness one shares from poverty. To give, care and love for it to shine.
They blossom in the day light
They curl up in the dark
They smell like desire
They feel like silk
They test like honey

What a beautiful sweet angels. I loved them all. I needed them all. But, I came late for some.
They all were diverse
They all were assets
They all were in time
They all were a lesson
They all were proficient
They all were evoked
They all were gone

They were a phase to rebirth. They were seen by hook or crook. They were contented for hope.
These are the future of our nation. Our children since we were others children and future in past. Still we are shutting down their voices in our head. Hang a hand alive in our present steps enchanting to survive our and their tomorrow.