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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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The Creator And A Barren Woman

A barren woman had been praying for a child for long,
Then after many years without hope the Creator heard her prayers;
Then the Creator said to her: 'A year today you will give birth'.

This is the story of the Creator and a barren woman:
A year after the barren woman gave birth to a child.
Now, she started to complain again to the Creator;
Because, she has no time to take care of the child.

'Oh, i am too tired of taking care of this child';
And the Creator was very patience.
'Oh, i cannot take care of this child any longer';
And the Creator was very patience again.
'Oh, i have given my husband a child but i cannot take care of him';
This child was a son and then, the Creator said to the woman:
'When you were baren you did cried out for a child but,
Now that you've got one you also crying daily for his upkeep';
'Well, the wants of mankind are many and mankind is NOT satisfied'.

Yes, we are all living on this earth;
With stories and the things that we see around us;
But mankind is really NOT satisfied, whether barren or with a child.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?

Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?

Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!

Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?

The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!

What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!

poem by John Celes
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A Child Should Have A Pet

Every little child should have a pet -
And be responsible for its care and to love,
A dog, a bunny, a parakeet, a pony, a turtle,
Or any other pet not mentioned above.

Sometimes a child views a parent as indifferent
And being overwhelmed each busy day
With their own job and domestic problems -
Having a minimal amount of time for play.

A child is sensitive and curious
And often is anxious to know
that something in the environment
Needs extensive care to live and grow.

So implant in the mind of each child
A determined and a burning wish
For something to love and care for,
Even if it means an aquarium of tropical fish.

Whatever gift you contemplate giving to a child,
Oh parents! Please don't foolishly forget
To make a child's life full and complete -
Encourage a child to own their favorite pet.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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A Child In A Man

Testosterone muscled men have,
The Top and the center, the caves,
Something is there to do the basic,
Nothing is there to think angelic,
Given the work, they do sincerely,
As the kids in the play school aviary,
The children long to be praised,
The children need to be reminded,
The children want to be around,
The loving hearts that care,
In each and every man, there is a child,
That long for the love of a mother,
When the women identify that child,
They have the responsible man in the household,
When the women take good care of that child,
They have the obedient handyman in the household.
When the women try to be funny with that child
The child will be the runaway kid,
Likes to play truant, shows the authority,
Displays tantrums and becomes juvenile delinquent.
Identify and rear that child efficiently..

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Street Child

Who will care for me when i am born into this world?
For day and night i've been walking on the streets;
And i have to struggle to survive for i am a street child.
No, not even one!
For many parents do not even know their children;
And i was born into a lovely home but now,
I do live on the street as a street child.

Lust and sex,
We were born out of it;
But how many parents still know that we do exist?
How many?

They really do not care abour us,
And i have to struggle to survive on my own;
How many days more left for me?
And i have to make ends meet from the streets;
Because there is nobody around to help me,
And i have no place called home again.

A street child that i am,
And of the many rivers to cross for my survival;
How many social workers do know of our plights?
How many?
How many streets do we have to sleep on?
How many? Hopw many governmenets do we have to wait for?
How many?
Yet still i am a street child.

Who really care about us?
And who really care about me?
My parents do not even know my where about;
Right from Kwazulu Natal Province to Tingitingi,
And from Obbia to Nima!
How many do care?
I am born into this world but,
I am living on the street;
And who will care about me?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Beauty of a Mother

The beauty of a woman starts
When her womb begins to grow
The child that she'll give birth
Soon will call her, “my mother”

The beauty of a mother reigns
When her arms cradle her child
And her charm shines within
Her heart full of love and care

The beauty of mother un-fades
When her hands guide her child
In all places walking side by side
To protect her child from danger

The beauty of a mother is her brain
To teach her child to read and write
To let the child know the difference
Of what is wrong and what is right

The beauty of a mother is her act
To treat her child without compare
To list none of whatsoever is best
For her child is the gem of her life

Then the beauty of mother reflects
From the eyes of her child in return
To respect, love, and care for her
When age and time set them apart

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Child Woman, Woman Child

Orbison/dees
Coo coo, thats you, wonder why I love you, you do voodoo, thunder clouds above you
Crazy, kooky, lazy spooky, oh what a clown, always around
And I have found youre a woman. child woman. woman child
Long legged woman when I see you walking you look good
Hey little woman when I hear you talking you sound good
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
Youre into my mind then youre out of my mind child woman
You wind and unwind my mind, time after time child woman ooh child woman, yeah child woman
Flying uptight, dont know where youre going, trying your kite when the wind is blowing
Funny lady, sunny, shady off to the fair, sun in your hair
Oh, youre aware youre a woman child woman, woman child
Strong minded woman when you start groovin you look fine
My kind of woman when you start movin you look fine
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
I dont see you there, I see you everywhere child woman
I dont even care -yes, I really do care child woman, ooh child woman,
Hey child woman child woman, woman child

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Weeping Child

I can’t see child weeping
Each day I wish for her nice keeping
All needs properly taken care off
Make all that I could for to get simple laugh

We all have good faith in Him
We are like good human beings in his team
Take care of his creations
Offer maximum love and raise no questions

We bear pain to our selves
But take care to see that child normally behaves
Offers us all the joy that we had dreamed
Little warmth in body as Sun ray has just beamed

Child can’t be put to unrest
We try to make her feel good and enjoy at best
How nicely we feel when child rides on our back?
Drive us nicely by gently kicking

My heart pains a little when hear a little cry
It raises many questions in mind, I don’t know why?
Yet sometimes my poverty comes on the way
That drives me uneasy and takes thoughts away

If hunger drives child to raise a cry
I simply curse self and feel very shy
I have child so lovely and beautiful
Yet I have to struggle hard and feel little shameful

I feel chanted when hands are extended
It makes my heart filled with joy and firmly bonded
May be this is day we all long for and pass
The beauty lies in child’ smile and carries distinct class

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Declaration Of Life

Declaration of life
Is a written paper
That I keep in the drawers of my desk
It is a declaration of life that is truly an amazing gift
Sign, sealed, and delivered by God
At the time I was born
And at the time I had entered his world
I had grown and seen all his world
Today I am a believer
I am the one who is falling into God's footsteps
And God is life
This day was made for me
Bring it on I will
I will look on your side of the world
Because there are places
Which are brighter
Filled with thy love and peace
God tells me I will take care of you
Many years to come
Declaration of life
Live my child
Live well my child
Enjoy it my child
Drink my child
Eat my child
Sleep well at night my child
And don't forget about me my child
Child I am the one who signed the declaration of life
In your heart, mind, and soul I live
Child take time to consider grace
God the landscape grows green with your love
Eternity isn't something we wait for-it's what we breathe
God

poem by Aldo Kraas
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A Child Was Hurt

When I was a child you hurt me.
I was nothing but a mere girl.
I was only 5 years old.
I couldnt fight you couldnt fend you off.
A child was hurt.

A child was hurt for your fantasies.
That child was me.
I was only a wee girl.
A child was hurt.

It used to be a cool place to play.
It once was my faviorate place to go.
But you took that from me.
As well as raping me.
A child was hurt.

You said it was a game.
I knew it was rong.
It didnt feel right.
I begged you to stop.
You looked laughed and carried in.
A child was hurt.

A child was hurt.
I was so much smaller than you.
You towered over me.
You had the power.
And you didnt care.
A child was hurt

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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That child

Eight years old and already hate life
Abused by her adopted mother
Raped by her adopted brother
She is just a child and she cant be more.

The bruises on her back keeps her silent
She cries at night till the pain is numb
And when he is on top of her she drifts away
Away from body away from spirit.

Nine years old and it continues
To protect her blood brother from the same
She pretends nothing is wrong
For him, trying so hard to be strong.

She cared so much for her blood brother
She took his bruises upon her self
And he was only a year younger
And they both were just kids.

Ten years old and he still knows nothing
She must be the best secret keeper
Or just a scarred girl who doesnt want her brother to know
Either way she is just a child.

Eleven years old nothing changes
Twelve years old she is getting fed up
The nights when he would come in and do what ever
Forced to mature before her time.

Fourteen she tells her adopted mother
And adopted mother beats her and the girl knows not why
Is it because the mother doesn't believe her
Or does not care enough for her feelings

Sixteen she tries to runaway
Her aunt talks to her so she goes back
Seventeen she moves out and graduate high school
What do you know she graduate with honors.

Eighteen she joins the military
Her blood brother still knows nothing
He see her for her success and not her struggle
That is how she want to keep it.

Her childhood was taking
She just met her birth father
Knows not her birth mother
Her biological brother is all she has

At Nineteen she wrote this poem.
And still remembers that child.

poem by Tressa Carliss
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Your Loss

you dumped me
did you dump your kid too
one day your kid will
want to know about you

your child will ask why
why you dont care
why you dont see him
why arent you there

you child will want to know
everything about you
maybe come looking for you
then what will you do

your child will ask
what has he done
why you dont love him
why did you never come

your child will hurt
as long as he lives
wondering why
and what gives

you must be very
cold inside
hurting a child
why

i can give answers
try make him feel peace
but his
emptyness will never cease

your dumping your child
is mean and cruel
to him, not me
its your loss, you fool

poem by Sandy Nobody
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Truth Smiles In Child!

What an eternal pair they are,
God and Nature, positive and negative,
God revolving freely around nature,
Smiles at Nature,
And Nature smiles at God,
Smile makes one beautiful and they fell in love of beauty in one another!

Just like parents smile AT the kid,
Nature says to God,
'See, This child is your Creation,
you are its father,
take care of it '

God smiles and says, 'Its your child,
take care of this,
And this is your child '

Child smiles innocently at both,
Nature Smile at child and says,
I am your mother, He is your father,
When child smiles at father,
father's heart too jumps and smiles,
Father sees its beloved Nature,
And Nature sees her Beloved God in the smile of the child!

In the child both smile together, seeing at one another!

Matter smiles at energy and energy smiles at matter,
and in the child both smile together,

But in their love and smile,
Truth smiles,
eyes of both God, Nature shine at the smile of the Child,
Never both able to see the silent smile of Truth,
It says within child, it's soliliquoy goes unheard,

' I am that,
Smiled in you,
I am the creator of both,
But God and Nature Never able to see me,
Only seeing me as their child,
I smile At them,
that I kept my identity,
Hidden safe in You '

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Lifesong

to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun

to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter

to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up

to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own

to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild

to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold

to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say

to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong

poem by No Reason To Care
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I Sent My Child To School Today

I sent my child to school today
With his little lunch box

When he came home he said his friend
Had gotten the chickenpox,

I sent my child to school today
And asked him what he learned

He told me about firemen
They taught him how not to get burned,

I sent my child to school today
He said, 'Do you know what they taught me? '

He told me they taught him numbers
As well as his ABC’s,

I sent my child to school today
A smile on his face

I gave him a kiss and a hug
And said, 'See ya funny face! ',

I sent my child to school today
His smile bright and wide

But an older child brought in a gun
How did he get it inside? ,

I sent my child to school today
As in every day

But the child with the gun started shooting
The reason? No one could say,

I buried my child after school today
All I can do is cry

I lost my child at school today
And nobody can tell me why.

poem by Doug Hollywood Davis
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I know a child

I know a child,
11 years old, and slices her wrists,
I know a child,
whose name is Elizabeth.

I know a child,
12 years old, and has a pervert daddy,
I know a child,
whose name is Maddie.

I know a child,
13 years old, and wants to die,
I know a child,
whose name is Ty.

I know a child,
14 years old, and came face-to-face with death,
I know a child,
whose name is Seth.

I know a child,
15 years old, and pregnant with a baby,
I am the child,
whose name is Sami.

poem by Sami Woodall
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When a Child Has Been Told

When a child has been told
Never shed a tear

The small child can only
Every bow their head in fear
And hope and pray they
Don't come back to silence them
They often live in fear

They learn not to cry

When a child has been told
Keep a secret

For if they do they will be punished
For telling lies
They bow their head in fear
Hoping they will not
Come back and take their life

They learn not to speak

When a child has been told
Close your eyes

All they can do is tremble
As the touch of evil hands
Slowly destroys their soul
Never to burn again

They learn not to care

When a child has been told
No one really care's

They sit alone and ponder
Will anyone believe?
If I just spoke
If I just shed a tear
Will anyone really care?

They learn not to feel

All I ask of you now
Is let them speak
Let them cry

Because it means they are alive

poem by Kaila George
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More than I need

He was my child,
Whom I made eat more than he could.
It was my child,
Whom I taxed to learn more than he could.
He was my child,
Whom I wanted to toil more than he willed.
He is my child,
Whom I want to care me more than I need.
17.11.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't Cry, Child

Don't cry, child
For children starving far away
For homeless people on the streets
Begging for change.

Don't cry, child
For those of us who have no dreams
Who live in dark holes
That we dig ourselves, laboriously - why?

Don't cry, child
For forgotten rainbows
Or melancholy rainstorms
For wispy clouds, always drifting away.

Don't cry, child
For who you are not
Or who you have been
For who you are.

Don't cry, child
For the last animal of it's kind
The mother who cannot feed her children
A planet in need.

Don't cry, child
When you stand on the edge of forever
And wish you could fly
And see the world at your fingertips.

Don't cry, child
For long-gone yesterdays
Or yearned-for tomorrows

Don't cry, child
For what you have done today
Forgive
Start a new day
Make it better than the last.

poem by Nina Dringo
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