Sad Children Poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

Children treasure of this world
born innocent and dear
their vision of life seems clear

children some never get hugs
abused and used
nobody offers milk in a cute mug

children born into wars
slave soldiers
forever burning scarfs

children sad looks
education forbidden
no time to read books

children calling their mothers
family meaning has no sense
being hustled from one to others

children eyes of wrath
no food on the plate
many starving to death

children eyes full of pain
when trampled
all seems in vain

children living in horror
of daily life
as they only know sorrow

children if only I could
just for one whole day
have the power of God
than I really would
show you the meaning of
freedom and love

children forgive me
I am not God
but I really do wish
that each one of you
one day will be dearly
loved and hugged