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I MOURN FOR THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD

I MOURN FOR THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD

I MOURN FOR THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD;
THEY ARE YOUR CHILDREN, TOO

Three boys coming home from school
Are kidnapped and murdered.
For what reason?
Their mothers were waiting with dinner;
The dinners are cold now, and so are their hearts.
They were bright, and had a future waiting
So much to give to the world and
Now it is all gone,
In the name of all that is holy, why?
I mourn for the children of the world;
They are your children, too.

In the still of the night
Over two hundred girls are kidnapped
They are taken to a strange place and
Forced to assume new roles, wear new garb
And read a ‘bible’ that is foreign to them
Lonely and confused, they wonder
Will they ever see their families again?
Their parents are sleepless with worry
Where are their girls; are they okay?
Government heads argue or do nothing
In the meantime hearts are suffering.
I mourn for the children of the world;
They are your children, too.

Children, hundreds of innocent children
Are sent across the border from a foreign land
Hungry, ill-clothed, weary and confused
What is to become of them
Where are their families?
Many are too young to understand
Politics mean nothing to them
Worse yet, on arrival they are abused,
Often rejected by our “patriotic” citizens.
Many will be sent back to a country
Where gangs and violence prevail
What is to happen to these precious babies?
I mourn for the children of the world;
They are your children, too

In our cities children often never see a blade of grass;
Concrete is the only surface they know;
Graffiti is the only art they see.
Play equipment is broken, there is little to do.
Their schools are poorly funded and staffed;
A quality education seems to be a luxury only
For those living in affluent communities.
They come home to an empty house,
Often there is little food in the frig.
Mother is at work, father may be absent.
They watch the television which spouts
Messages about luxurious home and cars;
A world they cannot comprehend.
They grow up confused, without a compass;
Many turn to drugs and prostitution.
Taking a downward path with no return.
I mourn for the children of the world;
They are your children, too.

Around the world countless children
Are suffering from neglect and abuse.
They are born into abject poverty…
Adequate homes, healthy food and education are
“Luxuries” they will never know.
Many are sickly, there is no medical care;
Their bones protrude and their mothers
Watch quietly as they pass away.
These innocent babies are born into
A world of sorrow and strife
They seem to have no way out.
I mourn for the children of the world;
They are your children, too.

Patricia Bunner
7-2-2014

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