The Unseen Young
The Unseen Young
In the haunting chill of the neon night
vanished children seek a place to hide
Their silent screams echoes through
the stinking streets not belonging to you
Run for cover take refuge from the cold
with night comes sorrow buried in yesterday’s mould
I wipe my tears with sweet lullabies
behind the rubble of my mothers lies
On my knees, yes I will beg
at a grave next to my daddy’s bed
Please sir look deep inside
these two eyes they tell no lies
Paper-prints on my skin
tells the story of the world within
Show me love I’ve never seen
to heal these scares deep within
G. Koevert
With winter approaching Johannesburg, South Africa the thought of our homeless kids out in the cold winter streets, really keeps me up at night. It’s just wrong that in 2018 kids should grow up without homes, without people who care or any kind of hope for the future. The sad part is that most of us go about our daily life totally ignoring this huge problem. Sometimes just sharing a bit of love with those who don’t have could change the direction of their path.
Just something to think about.......
I see the picture is yours too. Wow @koevert! Your talents are endless!
This is a great piece and I hope many read it and will be touched in the same way I was!
Thank you @reonlouw
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