Another picture of the future of India
Clad in rags with flat bellies
Faces downcast looking here and there for mercy
Their parents, too, don't earn enough
To meet even their ends
They visit every window of the car
Begging some money to satisfy their hunger
But sometimes they are snubbed
By the owners who are busy in feeding
Their own children with candy, pizza, and burgers
Their mouths and their eyes both are watered
The expressions of deprivation make their lot more pathetic The children are called the future of the country
If this is the Past of the Future
What will the picture be?
A hungry and helpless India
Certainly a horrifying picture.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Sad picture piece
The picture we took together
And put together piece by piece
All of us as a Group
With smiles on our faces we
Were laughing together
Creating what we thought
Was a big happy picture
Now in the future we look
At that big picture piece
And see a sad picture piece
Comparing it to today, most of us…
Dead, war reached us.
What use to be happy picture piece.
Turned to what it really was.
A sad picture piece we put together
As a Group.
Smiling, laughing, naive
Naïve of what the future
Could bring
Friends dying, revealing what they
Really did with there life
In the past, happy as can be
Together wishing for more
Seeing that picture now
Remembering all the thing’s I had
In the past, also with things I lost
Now you see a picture with lies
But also the truth
Both makes the group shot of friends
We put together
A big, but small sad picture piece.
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Have a Heart for Children, Poor!
In poverty born, bred, they live
In misery and future bleak,
All famished, ravished and ill-clad –
Most children of the modern world!
Their parents have to slog all day;
They can’t afford a single meal;
They cannot go to school but stay
As rag-pickers all life and earn.
What folly have their parents done?
The poor are unlucky always;
Their future is like broken glass,
That cannot be together put!
In mud-walled huts and roofs of leaves,
With longing eyes that beg for food,
Half-naked children wait to hear
The foot-steps of their parents come.
With weathered faces, unkempt hair,
With innocence without compare,
With mal-odor that fills the air –
How much of sorrow can they bear?
Their eyes appear to speak and plead
To anyone who passes by,
‘Have mercy on us, poor children;
We smile despite our hunger-pangs! ’
Their eyes look muddy, lack-lustre;
Their anguished hearts, enfeebled frames;
Not enough blood afills their veins;
Their food is deficient always!
Their eyes speak volumes of ill-luck,
And torture by human beings;
Their bodies bear the scars of past
unfairness, meted out by all!
They have to walk for miles bare-foot,
to fetch a pot of water that
can never quench their thirst for long
but causes diarrheal deaths!
And Nature’s furies take their toll,
As rain and floods and droughts unfold;
Diseases turn them invalids –
The God who made them watches on!
But blame must go to mankind first,
Whose wastage, wrongs and ill-wrought plans
Reduced most of the human race
To existence in poverty!
A few on earth have richer turned,
by making rest of poor, poorer!
Their hearts of greed can’t be appeased
Until their death-knell’s gong is belled!
’Tis strange to watch how hunger kills
the children of stark poverty,
Whilst big money goes down the drain
and rodents, pests eat most food-crops!
Beware of eyes of children poor!
In silent, wordless, ways, they plead
To God to change their misfortune:
Unleash His wrath upon the rich!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-27-2008
poem by John Celes
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Pizza Pie
take and give the Pizza pie I like,
place in the plate the Pizza pie that break,
some looks fat but flat, for the Pizza pie
I share is sweet and delicious
one, two three, the Pizza Pie is fine,
the bucket I see is big and small like me,
other is given free and some is for sale
take a little bite, the smooth and sweet
Pizza pie is good for the whole merry day
have you ever broken a Pie that color
green, blue and like chocolate the color is
gray, but with the Pizza Pie I have is good
and tasty and nobody will say, I am not
hungry, come have one for two or three to
make you happy and everyone will always
shout have a happy day
Pizza Pie, Pizza Pie, the flavor of the
season and let everybody taste the Pizza
Pie I made is but as sweet and wonderful
snack for all children that is hungry
Hmmmm it’s yummy, come and join,
taste again the Pizza Pie is free …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Toy for Future Children
A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field
Dozing through decades of blood and bones
Then one morning
In a bustling future
As the children return to the field
Returning to goof around and chase each other
The blind and deaf bullet will be dug up
Will be dug up and awaken
In the middle of this happiness
As the children shriek and crow
The bullet will wake up
Wake up and open its eyes
Open its eyes and explode
Explode and the children will die
Die with their bodies and faces shattered
There, that’s the toy left over by your parents
O my children
What more can I say
What can say to my children, to my children
To a pitiful future.
So Like Candy
So Like Candy
Here lies the powder and perfume
The pretty clothes are scattered 'round the room
And it's so like Candy
Here lies the lipstick and the face
The colored tablets keep it all in place
And it's so like Candy
So like Candy
What did I do
To make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love so
So like Candy
Here lies a picture of a girl
Her arms are tight around that lucky guy
And it's so like Candy
And in her eyes a certain look
I thought I'd seen the last of long ago
And it's so like Candy
So like Candy
What did I do
To make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love so
I remember the day that picture was taken
We were so happy then
But that's so like Candy
She seemed so sweet to me
I was mistaken
Oh no not that again
But that's so like Candy
She just can't face the day
So she turns and melts away
Here lie the records that she scratched
And on the sleeve I find a note attached
And it's so like Candy
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Future of the Country
Tears in the eyes,
Fear on the face,
I often see children working,
Roads being there workplace.
Unwillingly doing work,
By the fear of being scolded
Or beaten by their employers
I see children working for bread.
Messy hair, torn clothes,
Children walking bare feet
And working really hard
Not caring about the rain or heat.
Children doing all sorts of jobs
Including selling and begging.
I have also seen children
Cleaning cars for an earning.
I feel sorry for them.
I feel it is very unfair,
That people make children work
When they should take their care.
Children are delicate,
We must care for them.
For every child in the world
Is as precious as a gem.
At least thinking about the country,
We must stop child labour.
We must stop burdening the children
As they are the country's future.
poem by Sneha Khedkar
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Beware! Grown Up Children!
Children need parental love,
Children utilise parental services,
Children get life with parental guidance,
Children want parental money and property;
As children grow and earn on their own,
Parents get older and senior in their turn,
Parents getting older and lose their memory,
asks many doubts and queries everyday;
Grown up children are not patient
nowadays for every parental query,
They care for their own children only
and blow up their parents to old-age homes!
The history will repeat,
Beware! Grown up children! !
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Heartless Brothers
Who is this Future everyone talks about?
They have been talking about him since I was born
Good things all the time
I hope the world see you for who you are
I am yet to meet you
And tell you about the Past
Your heartless brother who have no mercy
Looking at him reminds me of sorrow
From the Past born of pain I looked to you for comfort
You never took time to give me your ear
Yet you destroyed so many of my people everyday
You kept taking my beloved people
All gone!
In the hopes of one day living their dreams
Dreams based on nothing but hope
Future give back the souls you stole!
Earth spit up the children you swallowed!
I heard God weeping, tears rolling down causing Tsunamis
Emitting words too heavy for my ears to hear
Crying for the children of Africa
He created the world, we created continents
He created land we created borders
All cause of pleasing Future, the invisible bum
Now we fight each other for the 'better Future'
The unseen goddess who care not for mortals
What I know now is I will meet you Future
But I won't have time to tell you what you done
Cause the day I meet you the Son of Man
Will be by my side to take me home
Where there is no lies about you
Where there is no tomorrow
Without tomorrow there is no you Future
Without tomorrow there is no you Past
Only me and the present
poem by Thabang SenoshaMashakane
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Over To You
Born in the window
Cold blooded spoof
Raised in the prison
You called the school
Taught young in legends
Told what to do
I handed my childhood
Over to you
Travelling endlessly, Im searching for mind
Im almost afraid of what I will find
Wandering aimlessly, oh what can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Watching for freedom
Fighting our wars
Feeding our children
Keeping your laws
Someday youll suffer
And what Ill do
Ill hand all your promises
Over to you
Standing inside myself, Im losing control
You made me believe in the stories you told
Waiting impatiently, what else can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Tears filled of sadness
Stealing myself
Which burning secrets?
What to they tell?
Mad politicians
Can tell it true
I handed my children
Over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you...
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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How Many Children? (Holiness)
how many children
are hungry this morning?
how many children
without a home?
how many children
with only one parent?
how many children
.....with none?
how many children
faced with no future?
how many children
thrown to the side?
how many children....
and how many know?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mirror-Room
Enter the zone so bright,
It matches me, and my heart.
Inside we felt dim and bland,
Like a dumbness came apart and stuck.
The light arose with glory,
The sight redeemed, our future complained.
We are the future, the children of the past,
Looking in every direction,
Much like a mirror, the opposite picture of you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tim
My brother Tim has children ten,
While I have none.
Maybe that's why he's toiling when
To ease I've won.
But though I would some of his brood
Give hearth and care,
I know that not a one he would
Have heart to spare.
'Tis children that have kept him poor;
He's clad them neat.
They've never wanted, I am sure,
For bite to eat.
And though their future may be dim,
They laugh a lot.
Am I tearful for Brother Tim?
Oh no, I'm not.
I know he goes to work each day
With flagging feet.
'Tis hard, even with decent pay,
To make ends meet.
But when my sterile home I see,
So smugly prim,
Although my banker bows to me,
I envy Tim.
poem by Robert William Service
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So Like Candy
Here lies the powder and perfume
The pretty clothes are scattered round the room
And its so like candy
Here lies the lipstick and the face
The coloured tablets keep it all in place
And its so like candy
So like candy
Chorus
What did I do to make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love
So like candy
Here lies a picture of a girl
Her arms are tight around that lucky guy
And its so like candy
And in her eyes a certain look
I thought Id seen the last of long ago
And its so like candy
So like candy
Chorus
I remember the day that picture was taken
We were so happy then
But thats so like candy
She seemed so sweet to me I was mistaken
Oh no not that again
But thats so like candy
She just cant face the day
So she turns and melts away
Here lie the records that she scratched
And on the sleeve I find a note attached
And its so like candy
My darling dear its such a waste
She couldnt say goodbye, but I admire your taste
And its so like candy
So like candy
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Features of the Future
I'm closer to the future
Than I was yesterday.
The highway of the future
Is in each break of day.
I frame my future
By the decisions I make.
I encounter the future
If diligent steps I take.
Plans for the future
I made in the past.
Today I face the future
Yet it won't last.
Depending on the future
Is so inefficient.
Because the so-called future
Is vague and transcient!
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived! ! '
poem by Robert Reuben
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Preview for New Friend Amy
I had an imaginary friend.
Although she seemed quite real to me.
Someone on whom I could depend
always and absolutely.
As I grew up and made real friends
She faded out quite gradually
I must suppose as childhood ends
so does our youthful fantasy
I kept her picture in mind.
Albeit quite unconsciously
When in due course I tried to find
the ideal girl to marry me.
I found my child hood friend again.
No longer imaginary,
and I began to wonder then
if she too had imagined me.
Perhaps we were allowed to see
When in our childish innocence
what in the future was to be.
It seemed to us to make good sense.
We wed and raised a family
I still love her and she loves me.
We live together happily.
And on this subject we agree.
It was intended we should wed
as we would do eventually.
We were allowed to see ahead
as children do with clarity.
Before they’re taught it cannot be
by adults who have forgotten how
very clearly younger children see.
Because they only see the now..
The future is a mystery
that adults cannot penetrate.
Though children can quite easily
Perceive what is to be their future fate.
At least we two believe it’s true
Though other folk may disagree
What you believe is up to you
We may be wrong quite possibly.
14-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Children In America!
one out of three
children in America,
living in poverty?
what happened
to the land of promise?
children hungry,
children homeless,
children that wont
get a good education!
children, broken families,
children without future.
children without love....
turn to hate!
build your cities,
build your banks,
build your kingdoms
drunk on oil and blood!
your children, dying....
who digs their graves?
who closes their eyes?
who prays for their souls?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Sobs Of The Starving Children
We know about them from the radio and television and the hungry getting hungrier by the day
But we do not hear the sobs of the starving children from where we live they seem so far away
On the six o clock news at times we do see footage of hungry
children in a Land where poverty and disease is rife
And we feel a twinge of sadness that we cannot help them since we have got our own struggles in life.
Still the sobs of the hungry children are growing louder and
not all of them live in a far Country
And not all of them in the slums of the big city there's such a thing as hidden poverty
The single mother raises her brood on welfare and she has to struggle for to make ends meet
And they survive on bread and tea and milk and cornflakes since she cannot afford to buy them meat.
Banks and corporations make billions in yearly profits and we read and hear of their financial gain
But they don't help to feed the starving children and the growing scourge of poverty remain
A mile from where the billionaire lives there's poverty and hunger yet of their plight he does not wish to know
Still for him to grow wealthier others must grow poorer and
life goes on as it did years ago.
To find want you don't have that far to travel for poverty is everywhere and near
And though the starving children keep on sobbing louder their cries for food we do not seem to hear
And sad to say that those who talk and dream of an egalitarian society will never live to see their dreams come true
And in a World where there is want and hunger the majority of the World's wealth still with the wealthy few.
poem by Francis Duggan
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0025 The Godown of Knowledge
‘The godown of knowledge
increases by distribution’..
What a lovely picture
the sages paint –
like a children’s story
of magic, of that world
that’s truer than you’d think –
A huge warehouse, busy
at the unloading bays,
with thousands of white-clad,
happy faces under the sign,
‘Knowledge Godown – Take
as Much as you can Manage’,
handing out to eager arms,
while in the office, email, telephones
are busy with the orders for despatch
to those in need who’re not so near;
and a glance over your shoulder
from the work station
shows the stock piling ever higher…
a lovely story… except that
that is how it is
in that world that children
just about recall
and sages know.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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