The child is happy
not a worry, not a care.
What's it to him
if the world is in despair.
Millions die of hunger
While some dig for gold
But the child is content
In his own small world.
Religion killing people
Women have no say
and he's glad to have lived
his life happily today.
"But, he's only a child
what can he do?"
That's the tragedy my friend,
The child is ME and the child is YOU!
1 comment:
What can I say about these simple few words which slap on my face like I never cared for them in the everyday life.
But that slap is sweet.
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