Just rember these children.

You are a slave to so many things,
To fashion to conformity,
To diamonds and rings,

You claim to be your own,
You say you can see things clearer,
But look around,
and it will all look like a mirror,

You make up problems,
And fuel your own tears,
You create your own pain,
You imagine your own fears,

And so while you toss your useless prayers,
And exaggerated lies into the night,
While you convince yourself that you cant go on,
That every day is a fight,

A child with bloodstained hands,
Holds his head low,
Lives through prostitution,
At night has no where to go,

A ten-year-old girl,
Plays guardian to her mother’s baby,
And the chance she will eat at night,
Is always a “maybe”,

So next time you cry,
Because no one cares,
Because no one understands,
Because no one answers your prayers,

Just remember these children,
As your ipod and TV blares,
For while your playing commander to you own problems,
these are the children of whom nobody really cares.

by shirotora
posted on 05/14/2008