(Another March reblog)
it’s the children
who suffer
in a world of adults
who neglect them
ignore them
abuse them
forget them
it’s the children
who hurt most
unable to process
or reconcile pain
inflicted by either
the careless
or wicked
it’s the children
who grow bent
of character wanting
for values
untaught or
disparaged
it’s the children
whose future
is spoiled by excess
from showers
of hollow
esteem
it’s the children
who hold more
than we do the power
to build or
destroy
society
my parents had three
we in turn have our nine
who have twenty-four more
to think of
one child is
to think of the world
Poesy plus Polemics 