Children are Free

Fri, 07/31/2015 - 10:02 -- Alexie
WE
 
We are known for being ignorant, and dirty,
Known for being weak, and unworthy
Known for being corrupted and inconsiderate.
and we know
that these problems are not easy to contemplate.
 
What do I see as walk the streets of my city?
I see the garbage along the road. Filthy.
I see the kids
the kids without slippers asking for food.
I see their bodies on the ground. Glued.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
Sometimes I hear the politicians say,
"The children are our only hope! Let's not waste the days!
The next generation would surely solve our wrong doings!"
And it irritates me
that they rely on a helpless innocent young being.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
Children aren't meant for work.
Having a child won't bring us any perks.
Children aren't created by God to suffer the mistakes we make.
This is a reason why we live in a place full of disaster.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
A Child isn't an answer to the conflicts we created
A Child isn't the savior you awaited.
A Child should feel the warmth of the summer breeze.
A Child with a smile so beautiful after it sneezes.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
Children aren't always bound to stay inside the box.
Let them be sharp and let them fly like a hawk.
Let the wind blow the children's hair.
Let the children connect with their roots with care.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
Let them discover the twists of life.
Let them dream, act and strive.
A child is a dreamer. Not a toy to be played.
A Child is a blessing. An innocence that needs to be aid.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
Do not rely on the youth for answers.
Because they are still learning their manners.
Do not wait for the answers to come to you
Because the problems we face are still in queue.
 
CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE,CHILDREN ARE FREE
 
children are free
 
As I continue to walk down the street,
I see a little girl with her family, happy to be complete.
I see a smile that can buy anything
the earth, the time, the stars, the heavens, the tears, 
That is the sparkle of a child,
it's a moment of blooming,
so pleasant and wild.
 
children.
are.
free...
Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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