Children First

By Maria Cristina Azcona

Your dark brown eyes, dearest child

Are always blue like diaphanous sky

Are made of topaz, gold and fairy wings

And have the  simplicity of spherical things

Child , your joyfulness, is our first command,

our thirst and our glory

There are many children who cannot talk to us

Because they are unborn, but also there and real.

There are many children who cannot play and smile to us

Because starvation, drugs ,corruption ,hate and war

mutilated their brains and entire  life.

Before money, health and romance,

you are the first priority

Dearest creature who came to us, on Earth

From angels transparencies through air and breath

Your soul is clear as clear mountain streams

And Love is the origin of your childish dreams

Child, your future is in our hand

So, we need to understand

Your needs are first, although you don’t complain 

You are not unable to express yourself.

This is us who can’t get what you may necessitate

And always adult world is leaving you at the end.

Which is your sea, which is your sand

Your bay, your universe, your better place to stand

There are many children who are far away from us

In other city, without bread,  an awful panorama

They are awaiting for solidarity from other countries

But yet there is not a Global Law against their drama

Child, your future is in our hand

So, we need to understand

Which is your sea, which is your sand

Your bay, your universe, your better place to stand

Child , your joyfulness, is our first command,,

our thirst and our glory

Before money, health and romance,

you ought to be our first priority