A small child from a developing country has the advantage, from a very early age, of having access to toys which structure his mind, which constitute a sure advantage over the little African child who has never even held a modern toy.
quote by Abdoulaye Wade
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After all, despite the economic advantage to firms that employed child labor, it was in the social interest, as a national policy, to abolish it - removing that advantage for all firms.
quote by Barry Commoner
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I'm a proud African child
I'm a pretty bud
growing out of the mud,
I'm a blessed child -
tame and free in mind,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a precious stone,
neither am I broken nor torn,
A precious stone am I -
treasure to the nation's eye,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a star in midnight
which gives a spark of light,
Like a diamond in the sky
I dwell with pride in the high,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm the hope for the future,
a pure seed of true virtue,
A fragrant leaf of uncorrupt nature,
A beneficiary of unlimited adventure,
I'm a proud African child.
I'm a child of God
out of doom and gloom called,
I'm more precious than gold
and even more special than a goat,
I'm really a Proud African Child.
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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Three children
Three little children.
One with a home.
One sitting on a thrown.
The last child only skin and bones.
One child lives happily with his family.
One child sits alone; his family won’t spare the time
The last child watches his mother die.
One child has a few new toys.
One child has the best toys anyone can imagine.
The last child plays with sticks and stones.
One child attends public school.
One child stays home and studies alone.
The last child has to cook and has never opened a book.
The children become men.
One man is off to war.
One man is sitting behind a jail door.
The last man is very far from poor.
poem by Yvette Carbajal
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Bite Pain
Child
At home...
Play with toys...
Some time
Child
Bite
The toys...
Toys
Not cry
But...
Child was
Cry....
Why...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Adopted Children
Adopted children of the world! !
Through many years and the act of negligence;
Bit, how can i locate my child today?
Now that i am rich;
For, i did not care for him or her and,
He or she was taken away from me! ! ! ! ! ! !
All in the name of poverty;
But now, i am very rich!
And, i want to take care of my own child.
Once again,
Oh yes! ! ! !
For, i am very sorry for not taking care of my own child;
And this has been the matter at hand since all these years!
However, the rich takes advantage of the poor! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
But now, i want to see my own child and take care of him or her.
I don't care how long it has taken! !
For, he or she is my own child;
And, i gave birth to him or her,
But, the society took them away!
However, i am now fighting back today to get them beside me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Every Child!
the faces of...
every child who'll
go to bed hungry tonite...
every child afraid to sleep
for fear of the soldiers,
the bullets, the bombs....
every child abused
by his parents...
every child humiliated
for being different.
every child who's never
known his own father...
every child with no hope
for an education...
every child sleeping
in homeless cars.
every child alone,
lonely, without love.
every child of every broken home,
every child, every color, every country...
staring at me this sleepless night,
tearing at my heart...
all my children!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Little Child And The Small Bird
THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE SMALL BIRD
When I was a little child
Once in my hands
A small bird I held
Maybe too tight
The small bird didn't move
It had just died
And all now I did
Sorrowfully I cried
My dearest child
Mother gently smoothed me
Your love must have been too strong
The little bird couldn't hold on
And so life goes on
But never could I forget
The little bird's tragic end
When I was a little child
Now when spending time with you
My fear is the same
As my love might be too strong
And I am terrified
Like a little child
Mencita Monoï Angel
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Give a Child...
Proudly for Seth ~ Ryan who graduated as
an Aerospace Engineer last week!
Give a child a great education
You give them the world
Give a child science and math
You give them access
Give a child a sense of wonder
You give them joy
Give a child poetry, paint, l.e.d.s, aluminum foil and sparkles
You give them creativity
Give a child accountability
You give them integrity
Give a child an understanding of spirit
You give them faith
Give a child an entire community
You give them responsilbility
Give a child your undivided time
You give them security
Give a child a life by example
You give them the map for success
Give a child hugs
You give them love!
~May 26,2006
Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
poem by Debora Short
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My Mind....My child
Sometimes laughing....
Without stopping
Causes some throbbing...
My mind is my child!
Threatens me like enemy....
Having lots of alibies
Making me feel sorry....
My mind is my child!
Reluctunt for exercise...
Abundunt shows of laziness
Fighting with routines....
My mind is my child!
Looking at guys and guls....
Awesome for gulps....
And else...and else...
My mind is my child!
Looking always for comforts...
Cajolling also a part...
Sleeps at the dark...
With the sounds of my heart...!
My mind is my child!
My mind is my child!
When you have an advantage, you are obliged to attack; otherwise you are endangered to lose the advantage.
quote by Wilhelm Steinitz
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Child of mine…
To my beautiful child, , ,
Beautiful child, being so small you inspire me big,
Beautiful child, so fragile, you make me so strong,
Beautiful child, so tender your touch your power is great,
Beautiful child, small is your heart, infinite is the love I feel for you;
Beautiful child, your hand I’m anxious to hold, to walk life’s road with you by my side.
Beautiful child, your light will show me the way,
Beautiful child, you came to my life to teach me a lesson that I shall never forget…
Nor riches, nor power can give us the best things of life…
The smile of a child…Is the best of all rewards…
poem by Ale Duncan
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The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)
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A Child Is Dying
for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
a child is dying.
for every coal mine you
rape the earth with,
a child is dying.
for all the nuclear waste
you cannot dispose of,
a child is dying.
for every country you bomb,
a child is dying.
for every chemical you spray
on your vegetables,
a child is dying.
for every river you dam & drain,
a child is dying.
for every oil field you own,
a child is dying.
for every animal you drive
to the brink of extinction,
a child is dying.
for every smokestack, every sweatshop,
and every synthetic thought,
a child is dying.
for every tree you cut down....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Took Advantage Of Me
Im a sentimental sap, thats all
Whats the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, youve made your kill
cause you took advantage of me!
Im just like an apple on a bough
And youre gonna shake me down somehow
So, whats the use,
Youve cooked my goose
cause you took advantage of me!
Im so hot and bothered that I dont
Know my elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when youre near
Here I am with all my bridges burned
Just a babe in arms where
Youre concerned
So lock the doors and call me yours
cause you took advantage of me.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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A Child Is Born: From Far
there was a TV commercial
about saving a child
from a miserable deadly fate.
as soon as thecommercial popped up,
I asked my roommate:
why you do not help
with a dollar or two to save
that child?
look at her,
she is a beautiful child!
-there is no ugliness in a child, just look close. The ugly part is when one remembers oneself as one looks at a child.-
My roommate
became angry and agitated
when he saw an African, Latino, or Asian starving child
he always say:
''let them die
you can not help them,
just wait, they will grow up and
will kill each other anyway.
let them die,
it is a waste.''
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Old Child
Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.
Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.
Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.
Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.
Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.
poem by Mihai Cosmescu
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Home advantage gives you an advantage.
quote by Bobby Robson
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You Took Advantage Of Me
Richard rodgers / lorenz hart
Im a sentimental sap, thats all,
Whats the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, youve made your kill
cause you took advantage of me.
Im just like an apple on a bough
And youre gonna shake me down somehow,
So whats the use, youve cooked my goose
cause you took advantage of me.
Im so hot and bothered that I dont know
My elbow from my ear.
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when youre near.
Here I am with all my bridges burned,
Just a babe in arms where youre concerned,
So lock the doors and call me yours
cause you took advantage of me.
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Belong
Her world collapsed early sunday morning
She got up from the kitchen table
Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio
Those creatures jumped the barricades
And have headed for the sea, sea
Those creatures jumped the barricades
And have headed for the sea
She began to breathe
To breathe at the thought of such freedom
Stood and whispered to her child, belong
She held the child and whispered
With calm, calm; belong
Stood and whispered to her child, belong
She held the child and whispered
With calm, calm; belong
These barricades can only hold for so long
Her world collapsed early sunday morning
She took the child held tight
Opened the window
A breath, this song, how long
And knew, knew; belong
song performed by by REM
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Who Will Cry?
Who will cry for the little child who goes for days without food?
Who will cry for the little child who parents beat them?
Who will cry for the little child who is mistreated for being different?
Who will cry for the little child who goes unloved?
Who will cry for the little child whose stomach is swelled up?
Who will cry for the little child who doesn't have clothes to wear?
Who will cry for the little child who is shunned for not being popular?
Who will cry for the little child who is molested every night?
Who will cry for the little child who's parents are not around?
Who will cry for the little child who has to take care of his self?
Who will cry?
Will you cry?
Cause I have.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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