When I look them,
I hear children crying.
They may feel pain,
But I know they are trying.
The children can't eat anything,
Which makes them have hunger.
Without food or water,
It makes me have anger.
I know its hard to deal with,
But there are dreams.
Dreams can come true,
They lead us to steams and streams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem