The Angels Wept

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who cries himself to sleep most nights,

'cause deep in his gut the hunger bites?

Who is small and weak and often ill,

who dies of disease that should not kill?"

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Whose blood flows red down street and road'

whose life ebbs out 'til he's stiff and cold?

Whose Mother weeps 'cause her little one

was shot down in the street by a thug with a gun?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who lives in fear of his father's blow?

Who would run away, but nowhere to go?

Whose anger grows to a white hot heat,

who lives with rage he cannot defeat?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who spends his days chained to a loom,

who sees a life of hopeless doom?

Bought and sold, tortured, reviled,

lives as a slave, never a child?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who lives in pain and innocence lost

to an adult who rapes, never mind the cost?

Who feels betrayed and dirty and small,

who believes he has no value at all?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who goes each day to a third rate school,

whose education is a politician's tool?

Who cannot read and cannot write,

who only learns crime, drugs and fight?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who was crushed and broken in his nursery school,

victim of a bomb, a terrorist tool?

Whose life bled out in his playground dirt

and a Nation's pain mirrored a Mother's hurt?

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

Who dies of feeding at his mother's breast,

becuse she loves not him, but drugs the best?

Who went to sleep and never awoke?

Proof the "Drug War" is a deadly joke.

 

What child is this?  What child is this?

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[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I have no words~ only endless tears for the children~