3The little girl, who smiled at me...
In the park, beside the slide.
She couldn't go on...
She was on crutches.
While her mother sported fancy bruises...
I pushed her on the swing,
And cried for her...
The little boy in the counsillor's office.
Who wouldn't let anyone touch him...
While he shook in fear.
The scars upon my friends' wrists,
The pain we all suffer.
Mothers crying for their children in Afganistan...
Fathers dodging bullets in Palistine,
Holding their children close.
Starving babies, never to see their first birthday.
Students in nice schools...
Who apparently have everything,
Who come home with B's,
And are yelled at for not getting A's...
Silent little children,
Hiding on the playground.
The 27 year old woman,
Who I thought was 65...
Her life of long, hard work.
For her little shack by the river...
Kids in the hospital,
Diabetes, Aids, Cancer...
Child mothers,
Who's parents oppose abortion.
Gravestones, With short lifespans,
Murdurs,
Strife,
Disease,
Suffering...
These things make me cry...
And I'm sure they make others cry too...