Cold Tears

Pain is the emblem of this world.
Water in all its abundance

Eludes children who drink dew drops.

They Scratch the dirt for small chops

And bow to the earth hungry.

Children are dying,

Leaving our future in shambles

With no flicker of hope for the morrow. 


Swimming in the river of tears

With no raft to stay float,

These little ones drown.

To those still alive

Their  tears have left scars

Right on their feeble faces.

To those still praying for a future,

Their lips have grown weak and diseased.

In this world of ruins,

I plead for strength,

To Save these  ones.

To Keep famine away from them

And wipe their cold tears.

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