AS WE STAND IN THIS WORLD

Among this world of men,

A child stands alone,

Small and unnoticed.

That child looks up,

Only to see the towering bodies,

Blocking the sky,

And the light.

Cold and alone,

This child walks the streets,

And shivers in fear as these bodies come near.

Unnoticed by the grown,

This one child walks on.

The booming voices shake the air,

With the conversations of money, bills and deals.

Alone and hungry and the voices float by,

This young little child walks on and on.

Small and unnoticed,

Lonely and cold,

This child walks on.

Not one skyscraper looks down,

Not one cares.

Stripped of love,

A lonely child stands.

Child walks on forever.

Trying to reach the light,

Always seeing it afar,

But never near enough to grasp.

Among this world of men,

Child stands,

Forgotten.

All the grown worried of their money,

Ignores this one child,

The child we all need to love.

Despair hangs in the air around Child.

The grown starves Child.

Will it always be this way?