Where Are the Children
By muse amused
Where are the children?Those wonderful, carefreeYoungsters of yesterday,The kids who played sand lot baseball,Had slumber parties,Were still virgins at fifteen?I read the poems of today's youth.Tears stream down my faceTo see the sadness, hear the painOf the young who write withAnguish and fear.Little girls who should be Worrying only about the colorOf their next pair of shoesNot mistreatment by men.Young boys who should beConcerned only with baseball scores,Not with hatred and fearOf the world in which they were born.These children who writeOf fear, anger, hurt, disappointment, They, as the parentsOf the next generation,Will they too wonderWhere are the children?Is it too much for them?Will this word turn them awayFrom having children at all?Will the whole worldIn the near future wonder?Where ARE the children? Written September 21st, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 08:04 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Where are the children?Those wonderful, carefreeYoungsters of yesterday,The kids who played sand lot baseball,Had slumber parties,Were still virgins at fifteen?I read the poems of today's youth.Tears stream down my faceTo see the sadness, hear the painOf the young who write withAnguish and fear.Little girls who should be Worrying only about the colorOf their next pair of shoesNot mistreatment by men.Young boys who should beConcerned only with baseball scores,Not with hatred and fearOf the world in which they were born.These children who writeOf fear, anger, hurt, disappointment, They, as the parentsOf the next generation,Will they too wonderWhere are the children?Is it too much for them?Will this word turn them awayFrom having children at all?Will the whole worldIn the near future wonder?Where ARE the children?..."