To children...one and all...big and small Who tried to run...but had to fall Who longed to laugh...but had to cry Who yearned to live...but had to die Who might have sang...or dared to dance Who were denied the choice...and chance Who cried out...who broke the silence Who endured the vice...and violence Who had no fathers...and lost their mothers Who wept...unheard...in the playtime of others Who had to be courageous...who had to be strong When wrong was right...and right was wrong Who had to struggle...who had to strive Just to keep themselves alive Who bear no scars...whose wounds don't heal Whose only hope is falter...and fail Who had no chances...not even at first Who watch from a distance...who hunger and thirst Who had to hold their rage...and desire Whose tears fell like rain...and burned like fire Whose only crimes were being born Whose childhood's were stolen...and shattered and torn Who went to school hungry...who went to bed crying Who jumped off bridges...who welcomed dying Whose arms have fallen...in absence of hope Who no longer care...who no longer cope Who surrender to darkness...and lies of self-hate Who can only accept the truth of theif fate Who do not know the price they pay Who think it's supposed to be this way Who are precious to no one...who are left all alone And...for those who lie silent...in gardens of stone
Reason for writing:
As stated in the title of this poem...this is for children everywhere
who have to endure violence of any kind. No one should be treated this
way. No one.
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