Runaway childern,
fighting for their share.
In the world, cold and bare.
Runaway childern in rags
without riches.
Runaway childern sleeping on the street.
Away from their mothers who cheat and
their fathers who beat.
Runaway childern packages
without joy.
Runaway childern come
again and be mama's boy.
2 comments:
wow, so i think i'm finally going to leave an actual review instead of "this is good" lol.
this poem really spoke to me, and i think that you've captured the way some cultures and places really are like, and how tough it must be for the children to grow u like thatp. most of the people we know don't have to go through all of that, and i think that the majority for us take it all for granted. so, kudos!
love!
Another nice poem with some great turn of phrase. I enjoy the lyrical nature of the line "Away from their mothers who cheat and their fathers who beat." I can feel this rolling of the tongue. I am curious about you use of "Runaway children.." in your last line, shouldn't it read Runaway child. Otherwise, great finish!
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