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...