I want to set up orphanages for underprivileged and abused children.
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Dennis Wilson Christmas Message
Santa claus is coming to town...
Christmas is a joyous time of year.
But for an underprivileged child, this isnt always true.
This is dennis wilson of the beach boys.
Alan, michael, carl, brian and myself would like to ask
All of you to join in with us in donating a toy to an
Underprivileged children organization, so they, too,
Might possibly share in a very, very happy christmas this year.
Thank you.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Only A Lad
Johnny was bad, even as a child everybody could tell
Everyone said if you dont get straight
Youll surely go to hell
But johnny didnt care
He was an outlaw by the time that he was
Ten years old
He didnt wanna do what he was told
Just a prankster, juvenile gangster
His teachers didnt understand
They kicked him out of school
At a tender early age
Just because he didnt want to learn things
(had other interests)
He liked to burn things
The lady down the block
She had a radio that johnny wanted oh so bad
So he took it the first chance he had
Then he shot her in the leg
And this is what she said
Only a lad
You really cant blame him
Only a lad
Society made him
Only a lad
Hes our responsibility
Only a lad
He really couldnt help it
Only a lad
He didnt want to do it
Only a lad
Hes underprivileged and abused
Perhaps a little bit confused
His parents gave up they couldnt influence his attitude
Nobody could help
The little man had no gratitude
And when he stole the care
Nobody dreamed that he would
Try to take it so far
He didnt mean to hit the poor man
Who had to go and die
It made the judge cry
Only a lad
He really couldnt help it
Only a lad
He didnt want to do it
Only a lad
Hes underprivileged and abused
Perhaps a little bit confused
Its not his fault that he cant believe
Its not his fault that he cant behave
Society made him go astray
Perhaps if were nice hell go away
Perhaps hell go away
Hell go away
(repeat chorus)
Hey there johnny you really dont fool me
You get away with murder
And you think its funny
You dont give a damn if we live or if we die
Hey there johnny boy
I hope you fry!
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Our ministry also supports orphanages in the U.S. and overseas, thousands of poor children in Latin America, drug centers for addicted men, and a drug center in Israel.
quote by David Wilkerson
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Witnessing II
Honesty is the essential problem of all abused children.
First we must determine what the reality around us is,
defining with eyes unclouded by other people's wants and needs.
They we must learn unremitting honesty with ourselves.
The temptation will be to bend the truth here,
because it's more convenient,
because no one gets upset,
because we wish to please;
or tell partial truths there; misguided altruism,
wanting to protect someone else's feelings.
No matter how hard we work to speak the truth,
there will always be other old, abused children,
crying out to us to keep the secrets,
and other old abusers,
demanding the complicity of our silence.
©2012
poem by Lynn Cohen
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Living In A Van
living in a van....
father, and children,
mother dead...
jobless, homeless....
bathing in service stations,
trying to keep the kids
in school....
asked the little girl
what she wanted most of all....
'to help underprivileged kids! '
dammit... wake up!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our Children
A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones
Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children
These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse
The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world
poem by Jessica Roberts
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Roof Top Poet
He was known as the roof top poet
He was good, but he wouldn’t show it.
He wrote about everything on the streets
While listening to the Latin beat.
His upbringing inspired him
To write about crime and sin.
He wrote about street drugs everywhere
And dirty needles that they would share.
He played the conga and bongos too
This is what he had learned to do.
There was not a topic that he would not touch
For he loved life much to much.
He wrote about robberies, muggings
And murder, prostitution, gambling
Corruption and all the rest
His talent for street writing made him the best.
But there was a soft side to him
That people did not know
And where ever children needed him
He would go.
He was a volunteer in the children s hospital
And the orphanages too, which was
Something that nobody knew.
He would give them love, affection, and laughter
Wealth or fame he wasn’t after.
He gave them the key elements for the
Children to survive, HOPE, LOVE, FAITH
With hope in their hearts and faith in GOD
There was nothing that they could not do.
If to themselves they would be true.
Now if we could be such as HE
The world would be better for the children you see.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE
poem by Louis Rams
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
poem by John Celes
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A Prayer On Child Abuse
Dear God Above
Bless the children that need your love
Bless the lives that are about to end
Caused by a stranger, relative, or even a friend
Children sometimes become confused
That's no reason for them to be abused
Children shouldn't be considered a game,
Nor should your child feel shame
To play with their favorite toy
Like any other girl or boy
Child abuse is a serious crime
But it happens all of the time
If the child is too much trouble
Please send help there on the double
Please don't take the child away
Because someone got angry today
But if these precious children should have to die
Please take them to your home in the sky.
poem by Ginny Cadle
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There Won't Be an America
Children, I yearn forgiveness
for my supposition
i thought no harm in neglect
or abused position
Children, there won't be a home
there won't be an america to escape to
i thought no harm in sleeping in the rain
or letting old dogs die so the new would bite
children
there won't be an america to escape to
in all the world, they want for peace
america was the homestead
children
there won't be an america to escape to
there will only be one world to escape from
one america to run from
one big godless form
children
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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Why can't we build orphanages next to homes for the elderly? If someone were sitting in a rocker, it wouldn't be long before a kid will be in his lap.
quote by Cloris Leachman
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When children are used
as abused pawns between parents,
no-one is amused.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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More than 90 percent of all the prisoners in our American prisons have been abused as children.
quote by John Powell
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Our Child
this is our child.
not just yours or mine
but everyones, that are born in our time.
a child is born every minute around this world
beautiful boys and girls.
these children are gifts from god.
and he has chosen you to be the one
who will carry the daughter or son
look into any childs face and you will see
that they belong to you and me.
the child has a bit of all humanity
this is the way god meant it to be.
these are the children of peace
the children of love
given to us from god above.
.
i read in the papers of childrens lives taken
because of anger, fear, sickness and hate.
lets stop them before it too late
put them in jail and throw away the key.
just so that children can sleep peacefully.
if as a child you was abused, neglected, and not loved
then it's time for you to change your life around
and not let these children die on the ground.
stand up and fight, and take
pride in what you do.
the child you save, could have been you.
poem by Louis Rams
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URGE is a grassroots charity. We organized to get some incubators to give to the hospital for the kids. We donate money to orphanages.
quote by Ziggy Marley
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Splatters of Regained Hope
A rainbow fell down today
crashed into a million pieces
of rainbow light
and no one noticed.
There was Hope being
mugged quietly
but it was ok
because there was no scene;
so no one noticed
and that made it ok.
I am sure that all saw
Desperation Eyes
staring;
but you know
only so much of this can be taken;
after a while
it is not real
only a movie
on the TV screen.
Child Dreams
were checked out
of the Library
and marched
straight to the
Lost and Found
to Dream Orphanages.
Even the Black Crepe
we hang
cries.
So much there is to do
so much
to be done
to end the suffering:
might as well start at home.
I am committed this year
to Rain-Bow Repair.
I'll fix the Rainbow Pieces
making them into Stained Glass
and sell them everywhere
use the proceeds for
Hope victims who are wise
and can counsel others
to stay away from those
who mug our hopes
in alley-ways.
Desperate Eyes
can spot other
Desperate Eyes;
act as guides
back to Innocence.
I'll turn off the TV set
and go into my community
and deal with real people.
I know where the Orphanages are
and I know what to do.
I need to lighten up
my Black Crepe
maybe
with some Rainbow Colors:
Splatters of
Reclaimed Hope.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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How Often...
How often have they felt pain
From many childhood wounds
Abused by fathers gone insane
Precious children brought to ruin
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Ceausescu's Children 1996
Out of the manholes they crawl
to face another hopeless day.
Not rats or cockroaches,
but Romania's children.
Selling their miserable bodies
for food, or glue.
Food barely sustains, but sniffing
glue anaesthetises their misery.
Children of Romania, raped,
abused, diseased and forgotten.
Alina, just sixteen was heard to say.
'I wan't to die'
Why not?
She's only just alive.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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So you’re on a mission again
Where is that
I do not have to ask
Why is that
I do not have to ask
When is that
I do not have to ask
I am not interested
I am simply disinterested
I am not giving attention
To you and your excuses
Who is that?
It is all about you
Yes it is all about you
For whom is that?
You tell me it is for them
The poor and the underprivileged
The marginal and the oppressed
I will ask you again
For whom really is that?
And I will give
The correct answer
It is still for you
It is all about you
You you you you
You you you you
You you you you
You you you you
You you you you
It is never about me
It was never about me
It was never about us
There is no me
And there will never be us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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