Look into this child's eyes,
Look into his heart.
Search past his bones and pale white skin,
His fragile arms reach out so thin.
Look into his eyes.
See past his gentle nature;
The exhaustion in his sighs.
The grief that weighs down heavy lips,
The trembling of his finger tips.
Look into his eyes.
Gaze through his quiet hunger,
The aching in his cries.
The boy beneath the rags and mud,
Your hands are painted with his blood.
Look into his eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh wow Stephanie this poem is so wonderful