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God Help The Children

the abused
the battered
the beaten
the molested
the raped
the murdered.
I see them daily
in the newspapers
on the tv screen
in the streets
innocent faced and pure
stained by the sins of their elders.
This is not what life promised them.

Cover their faces
place their tiny bodies
in tiny coffins
bury them in tiny graves
while their mothers weep.

We should all be weeping
Do not blame only their abusers
the ones who beat them
molested them
raped them
tortured them
killed them.

Blame us all.
A country that cannot look after its children
has no right to call itself free.
God save the children-
God save us all.

poem by Gillian Commerford
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Tiny Drop

Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.

A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.

Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.

So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.

poem by Narendra Kuppan
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl

there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world

there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night

there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day

there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play

there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe

there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more

there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate

by: crystal sonier
age: 15

poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Valentine's Day

Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.

I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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Along Came a Spider

Three small children played under the trees,
giggling as the crimson leaves
floated down onto their soft, innocent hands.
They ran about after eacher other
until they collapsed on the roots
holding the forest together
and their breath came out as a flutter,
their giggles came out in bursts,
and their hair stuck to moist skin.
They were tired.
They decided to go hom for their supper,
as they knew that their mothers would worry.

But, along came a spider.

This spider was no monster.
It was no towering beast coming
to attack the children. To do them harm.
It simply scurried past them,
and somewhere in their human nature,
the children were told to follow.
The children did as they were told.

To a feast the children came, following this spider,
and grinned at a tiny table set for a hundred-
each guest sat in his chair.
Their friend, the spider, took his seat and awaited
his applause, for he had brought,
as the party knew,
their dinner, fresh and soft.
And so the insects climbed the children;
they giggle as the tiny feet
caressed their untainted skin,
and the children ran in circles
with their new tiny friends,
until the insects could hold on no longer
and the children were safe at home.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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River Town

And from a tiny river town you came
With mamma's rock-star dreams in tow, and daddy's brains
But the rats they fought you oh yeah tooth and nail
With the way they rigged this game, you had to fail
But that's all behind you now, boy
And from a tiny river town you came
With nothing up your sleeve but a dirty forearm and an ace
They drug you through that slaughterhouse at will
You were the soldier without a kill
You were the soldier without a kill
Oh, who's gonna save your soul?
Who's gonna make your heart beat again?
And from a tiny river town you came
Across the Rocky Mountains all in search of better days
But paradise took you out and left the bill
You were the healer without the thrill
You were the ecstasy without the pill
Oh, who's gonna save your soul?
Who's gonna make your heart beat again?
Who's gonna light up your dark?
Who's gonna save your soul?
Who's gonna be there?
Who's gonna light up your dark?
And from a tiny river town you came
With mamma's rock-star dreams in tow and daddy's brains
You'd better turn back before the frost sets in
These desert nights are for weathered men
The ones who've already given in
Oh, who's gonna save your soul?
Who's gonna make your heart beat again?
Who's gonna save your soul?
Now that you've given in
Now that you've given in
Now that you've given in

song performed by by Live
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Children of Lost God

Extended palms, seeking alms
sunken eyes, skeltoned arms
jaundiced skin, frail frames
children of lost God.

Ragged and shabby, looking ravenous
searching morsels of food, trembling and nervous
fighting the odds, weak but courageous
children of lost God.

Here, there and everywhere
at crossroads and traffic signals
selling wares of rich and famous
or washing utencils, running errands
at the stalls, dabhas, small eateries
under the hot sun or the sand
picture this, view not so grand
children of lost God.

Urchins of all ages initiated
into the crimes of different hue
slowly but surely they age to their prime
getting black listed under who is who
death stalks them every now and then
making them prey on a sly
yet they survive
forcing death to give them a bye
children of lost God.

Sodomised, molested or getting raped
gender distinction is never made
the claws of mafia so strong
have no choice but to go along
children of lost God.

Aquiring all vices
no saviour in sight
in time of crisis
abused and used
have no emotions of their own
ocean of tears not to be shown
children of lost God.

Their images haunt
future in them taunt
aware yet unawares
concern for them seldom we flaunt
children of lost God.

Oh God Almighty
help them find the lost God
free them from this bondage
now act and spare the rod
let them recover
lost childhood, innocence
and battered image
children of lost God
children of lost God.
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Copyright/Children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved.
[email protected]

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Stand

walk in a corner shop
see a shop lifting cop
see the old lady with a gun
see the hero try to run
nothings what it seems i mean
its not all dirty but its not all clean
theres children paying bills
theres monks buyin thrills
threres brad for sale in magizine
theres pills for rent to make you clean
marvin good theres no brother brother
wood a guthrea lent cant feed mother
mothers weep, children sleep
so much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
a waitress brings me lunch
we meet but do not touch
on tv this is how lungs
walk to the counter pay for me and my friend
an homeless manpulls outm of rules says
it's on him
the man has no cash he says he spent it
on hookers and hash
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
we will love me
i will love you
you will love me
i will love you
i will love you
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
mothers weep willchildren sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
(all while fading)

song performed by by Jewel
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In The Midst Of War

in the midst of war with bodies lying on the ground
walks a band of children-their families can't be found
searching through the rubble of homes that used to be
looking for food and clothes just to survive
because of their elders who choose to live a lie.
as i look through their eyes-all i can see
is death and destruction staring at me.
these children are not to blame for what is all around
but! if its not stopped they'll be laying on the ground.
they search thru this destruction in hopes that
they'll find-others to join them.
as they walk down the streets-the elders stop their fighting
to let them pass.
but this is just temporary- they know it will not last.
other children see them marching down the streets
they dropp what they are doing to join this band
knowing in their hearts it's time to take a stand.
this band is getting larger and the children start to shout..

what is this war? whats it all about?
can't you see the lives that have been taken?
because of this war the ground is still shaking.
the elders stop their fighting as the children all sit down.
they scream'we are not moving until this fight is through.
if this is what you want we will die with you.
you think only of yourselves and not what we're going through.
and when we die-what are you going to do.
there will be no one to carry on your name
there will be no heritage to be found
it will be burned to the ground.
look at our faces and you know what you will see
death and destruction surrounding me.
so we ask you from our hearts-it's time to change.
it is not something which is hard to do
it's all up to every one of you.

poem by Louis Rams
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Does God weep on the misfortunes of man?

the flood that kills a thousand men
and women and children
the massive mud that buried
them
looking like frozen statues

the lava, the tidal waves
that hit the islands
the virus without cure
the disease
the plague

the consumption of so much number
numbing
to our sense of dignity
the rape that fathers commit to their daughters
and even sons
the mothers that kill the fetus
to save their faces from shame

what more?
let us count the miseries of men & women and children
the fear that grip them
the chaos that always comes
in wars
in famine
in nuclear hatred of one country
to another

the hunger, many more deaths to come
the exploding population
too many neglected children

and too many to ignore
the rich & advantaged caring less
the insignificance of the voices of those
who speak
their valid concerns

does God really weep?
does God really care?
does God signify
any sign of presence
of any divine intervention?

did he say we are free?
did he say he respects this freedom that we take pride in
that we won from the snake in that paradise?

is God here?
do you really hear him weeping?

i want to hear my God
i want to hear Him speak
i want Him, forgive me, to weep,

but i have not seen the tears
i have not heard any sound of weeping...

i guess, if he is here, if he is here at all,
i will still respect, and worship & love Him,

even if i hear Him laughing....

for what am i?
i am just his slave, his servant, though he may call Me
brother,
or his beloved son

to Him, i can be, even
nothing
one that he can always
put in Hell and set aside as a useless spark
in the vast space that he owns

one that he can also save
by His Mercy and Grace....

i know, but i will always wait
for His answers, even from the passing wind
i am always thirsty and asking

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised)

Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised) (Warning for Mature Audience, violence depicted)

Darfur, yesterday,
Cozy, thatched huts,
Shining in the sun, nestled in the sand.

Darfur, yesterday,
Brightly-garbed, graceful women, friendly, strong men.
And the children…

The children,
Running and leaping,
Playing and laughing.

Today, a grinning skull
Hangs like the moon,
Over a gutted Darfur.

For Death came to Darfur,
Draped with murder and mayhem,
Wrapped in hate, lusting for power, land and oil…

Death came to Darfur,
On the backs of camels, driving trucks,
Wielding fire, sticks, bullets and bombs.

Today, behold, Darfur,
Burned, charred huts, starving children,
Dead bodies baking in the sun,

Untold numbers of women raped,
A tiny baby beaten to death,
Rumors of school children being burned alive!

Villagers locked in their huts and cremated, alive.
Children with noses cut off and eyes pulled out,
The village of Labado lies like an agonized, charred corpse.

Come, weep with me,
Pray with me,
For Death camps in Darfur!

poem by Mary Naylor
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Remember The Children

Maurice white, verdine white & roland bautista
Remember the children
Children
Remember the children
Remember the children
See the message in their faces
Tell us what the future brings
Findin far-off places
Bringin our souls and bathin them clean
Save, save, save the children
Keep their minds so safe and free
Save, yeah yeah yeah

song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Save The Children

(marvin gaye/al cleveland)
I just want to ask a question
Who really cares?
To save a world
A world in despair
Who cares?
Therell come a time, when the world wont be singing
And flowers wont grow, no, bells wont be ringin
But who cares?
Who really cares?
Whos willing to try to save the world
That is destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today really suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, what a sad way to live
All who is to blame, when we cant stop livin
You gotta live, live for life
But let live everybody
Live life for the children
Oh, for the children
You see, we have to save the babies
Save the babies
Save the babies, save the babies
If you wanna love, save the babies
All the children all over the world

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Trauma

She wakes up
Trembling, frightened, pale faced and humiliated
Day and night
When humans become inhumane
And shame has no place to hide.

Hunted before the crowds
Molested behind the bushes
Raped in the moving cars
Relatives, friends, goons, terrorists or
By political czars.

Mentally mauled, physically abused
Everyone looks on but never rescued
Nightmarish moments never out of sight
Living dead or deadly living
Soul and body always in fright.

Tender age matters to none
Everything she dreams, is undone
In a flash, everyone jumps in
To encash
Her innocence, her trauma, her conscience
For five minutes of fame
Putting even THE GOD in shame.

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Tiny Feet

A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!

Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.

Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.

Child's tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.

poem by Gabriela Mistral
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Save The Children

Save the children

Look around you and what do you see
Death, destruction, and misery.
It is not much that they ask
It is gods will and part of our task.
Save the children and let them be free
To live their lives as we.
Give them hope- don’t let them despair
Give them a helping hand and show them that we care.
As their elders we are supposed to teach them what’s right.
Give up your arms- give up the fight.
For when we are gone the problems will still be there
Affection and love is still very dear.
Save the children and let them see
That they no longer have to live in the worlds misery.
Hungry for food and hungry for love
The bird of peace is the snow white dove.
They are hiding in mountaintops and trembling with fear
Not seeing love and showing no tears.
They learn to live in this country torn apart
And in the process they lose their heart.
Is this the way we want our children to be
Grownups fighting and butchering one another
Mother, wife, sister, and brother.
Save the children is all god asks

poem by Louis Rams
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Bitter and twisted

I'm bitter and twisted.
And my head is all but messed up.
I don't blame you.
But blame myself.
But you raped me.
And you abused me.
Was that my fualt?
I'm hell bent on revenge.
You've messed up my life.
I hate you I hate you I hate you.
Why pick on me?
I hate you.
And I am going to get you.
One by one.
Your all gonna pay.
So watch your back.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Save Us

Too late to call for the priest
He is not here anymore
We look at the age of the beast
And weve seen its vast armies form
Hear our call
Chorus: please, save us
Please, save us
In permanent madness we live
No time for life and for love
To take is the rule, not to give
Insanity comes from below
To take us all
Chorus: please, save us
Please, save us
We believe that the phenomena of nature
Are the expression of infinitive intelligence
We express our belief that all forms of life
Are manifestations of spirit
And thus, all men are children of god
Far from down below one comes prepared to take us all
Waiting for his future and the final call
We stand on the edge of the world
Just one step more and we fall
Guide us and please take our hands
Without you were weak and alone
Hear our call
Chorus: please, save us
Please, save us
Now!
Save us--from the gods of thunder
Save us--from the dogs of war
Save us--from the creeping nightmares
Save us--from the evils course
Save us--from our own ignorance
Save us--from the man in black
Save us--from the desolation
Save us--from the hate attack
Save us--oh please
Save us--please save us
Save us--oh please
Save us--now!

song performed by by Helloween
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Lost Unto This World

(Emmylou HarrisDanniel Lanois)
I was once some mother's darlin'
Some daddy's little girl
More precious than the ruby
More cherished than the pearl
My heart was full of mercy
And my forehead full of curl
Now I am nothing and am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world...
They herded me like cattle
Cut me down like corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born
You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the devil
It don't matter anymore
I am lost unto this world...
I was tortured in the desert
I was raped out on the piain
I was murdered by the high way
And my cries went up in vain
My blood is on the mountain
My blood is on the sand
My blood runs in the river
That now washes thru their hands
I am lost unto this world...
Can I get no witness this unholy tale to teil
Was God the only one there watching
And weeping as l feil
O you among the living
Will you remember me at all
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl
Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes stretching out forever
Where the tears of heaven fall
I am lost unto this world...

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Big and tiny creatures

Big and tiny creatures, are so unique each one,

But they're so amazing each one, out in the noon day sun;

For example, look at the spider, and the web she doth make,

So clever and wonderful, and the time she doth take.

Big and tiny creatures, I am amazed each one I see,

Look at the pigmy possum, trying to hide in a tree;

It's color goes in with the background scene,

But he will cover his steps to hide where he's been.

Big and tiny creatures, do you like the tall giraffe?

To think his neck is so tall, his length is longer than a raft;

Then there's the whale, out in the huge sea,

Moaning and groaning to his mate, amazing do you agree?

Big and tiny creatures, like the tiny crab, or the large hippo,

What about the large elephant, and the tiny ant on the go;

Each one has a job to do, yet both care for their young,

They travel far, travel wide, busy in the hot sun.

Big and tiny creatures, colors some so pretty,

Such as the butterfly, and the flamingo, agree;

Then there is the snakes, and the parrots too,

We should thank God for each one, where thanks is due.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Little Guns

Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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