They suffer…
Many tears escape from children’s eyes
From faraway their mothers hear their cries,
Everybody is suffering to be free
to live happy and see,
How beautiful the world really is
everybody is being enslaved, this
is like a nightmare for them
in their dreams they see beautiful flowers and colored stems
Their minds scream and wish to be free
They are happy, but as you can see
That’s only in their dreams.
By:Cindy
November 4th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
I liked this poem. Especially the first and second line.
March 1st, 2010 at 2:36 pm
Cindy,
That is a beautiful poem. Did you write that yourself? My name is Katherine and I’m a college student in Mobile, AL. I really enjoyed reading your poem. Keep up the good work!
-Katherine