A very powerful write, clearly make you feel how very tide your hands really are. Great work!
Love and Peace, B&R

So terrible how innocent children are victimized by war. Yet life must life goes on. Peace, Gloria

Your poem is an accurate representation of what could be called a hopeless situation. Your dream is one that will come but unfortunately not of this world. However, keep calling our attention to mans inhumanity. For we sometimes get so caught up in our own quests for power we forget the power of our creator.
Good Write.
God Bless,
Lew

powerful well, timely presentation

I want to clear up what I now see something that could cause terse feelings among some. For I would never in anyway wish to harm or hurt anyone in anyway whatsoever, be it by word, or deed.
The collage that I created was a conglomeration of photos that was not meant to portray children of Arabic decent, but children of all nationalities from all over the world from Vietnam to the Ukraine to Uganda. The poem, merely a calling of my heart for a utopia that I realize may never come into being, but a hoped for one nonetheless. In my eyes, all children are innocent until they are indoctrinated with the venom of hate that so many peoples of the world espouse to their children. For children do not see color are culture as a bad thing, they see the world as a wonderful and fascinating place. It is not until the poisonous seed of hate is sown on their innocent heart that they begin to develop separation, division and hatred. Their eyes and spirit is still fresh from God and their hearts yet corrupted… It is just my dream that someday…yes someday that we may rise above our differences and become a world of peace and harmony. However, I fear that the dream of this will pass without ever coming into a manifestation and we eventually end up destroying ourselves in the process.

Thank you for being a voice for the children who neither asked for war nor want or understand it. All they need and want is to be the carefree children they were meant to be.

Wonderful..

RM Green

I too am moved by your words that Jude quoted. I also understand the rage, bowever it seems to be the same rage that goes from one generation to the next since time began!One wonders if a solution will ever be found to break the cycle of rage!

"A world that laughs as the children without tomorrow
Rustle like the dead leaves on a pauper’s grave."

excellent image ...

Sorry about this statement of hate herein, Al, feel free to remove the review, but after losing my wife on 9/11 I have to say with little remorse...KILL EM' ALL, LET ALLAH SORT EM' OUT! E

the apathy and inaction I must confront in myself and in a world that says it cares is appalling. your poem lifts a voice for those who cannot and I applaud your own action and compassion, Allen. your image "rustle like the dead leaves on a pauper's grave" is striking and will stay with me. thanks for writing this one, Dawn

Well said and I am afraid to say so very true. Our so called civilized society has learned nothing from the wars of past and once more turn our backs on the children who suffer. You speak for a lot of us in this visionary write.

Fee

You words will elicit the uusual "preaching-th-the-choir response, then it will be lost in the winds of shame. Soldier children. War victim children. Bomb tooting children. Unreal.