Poems from Noaht25

Grief and illness, fear and restlessness, these horrors brand, upon children of foreign lands.   Living in affluence, without consequence...
Pure, the infant is born Caught in wonder and awe not yet taught to scorn or haunted by what its saw   Children see no race Or sexual...
Tick-Tock-Tick- TockThe world, can never stopLike sheep- they always- flock Consumed with liesTheir eyes be blindThey never hear the cries...