We Must Protect Our Children
Children shouldn’t have to fret where their next meal comes from.
They shouldn’t have to be concerned about balances and sums.
They shouldn’t have to be concerned about the bills that are due.
They should only know pleasure and happiness and true love too.
They shouldn’t have to worry about strangers causing them harm.
They shouldn’t be anxious about guns in school setting off an alarm.
They should be able to live and learn in serenity and get an education.
They should have a chance for accomplishments and great jubilation.
This world has gotten hard for all of us and are children pay the price.
Things were also tough when I was small, deciding on potato’s or rice.
They should be playing in the park, biking and going to a school dance.
We must protect our children; they should know nothing of our finance.
There should be no added pressures on them other than school and play.
This is what I can remember from my growing up, back in my day.
We have to protect our children from the pain and hardships of this time.
We must give them comfort, hugs, and love, even if we don’t have a dime.
Written by,
Bonnie May
you've summed it all up so very well Bonnie May -- peace and love to you my friend -- JMW
fee
Truly sad indeed . . . thank you for sharing - greatly appreciated!!
Hugs,
Lance
I think that children need to be told no...that we can't afford "x" or "y." So many children this day have a sense of entitlement and they don't understand that they can't have it all. They see their parents living the "American Dream" and having it all and they expect that when they leave home as well. They don't understand that their parents worked for what they have and acquired things over time. I firmly believe that is why we are in the financial crisis we are in right now... because too many people wanted it all...NOW!...and bought it...on credit...not knowing how to really budget their money.
This summer each of my children took a turn at having to plan, buy and make the meals (breakfast, lunch and dinner) for one whole week...They were given $200 to buy food for the week. Any money that was left over after the groceries were bought went to their savings account. Each of the kids KNEW they would have money left over when they started...In reality, not one of them did... It was an eye-opening experience for them and it helped them to really understand the realities of life.
All of that being said...I do believe that children need to be kids and not have so many things shoved down their throats though. I hate homework for that reason. My children spend so much time doing homework that they can't be children in the same sense that we were...There just isn't time for it! I believe that schools are teaching children to take their work home. How many failed marriages can be blamed on spouses taking their work home with them and not being able to leave it at work?
I guess I will get off my soapbox now... sorry.. hee, hee...
Cryssa
Where going to church in Sundays is to be seen doing it, not to pray.
Georg
Love and Hugs
Edwin
There are many psychology schools that think on the same line of this poem ~ "We Must Protect Our Children". I agree with this line of thought.
"We Must Protect Our Children" is a wise and outstanding composition in poetic fulfilment and excellence. I could feel the presence of HESIOD as I read this glowing page, "We Must Protect Our Children".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
The mind of a Poet is a creative engine of beauty, wonders and grace to diffuse love, harmony; to learn and to teach; to instruct Solons and to inspire kings and Sovereign queens; to defend art and the language; and to stimulate intuition and imagination. – Andre Emmanue Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
AMEN!!!! Children are supposed to have a childhood. Its so sad that there are some that don't. God bless you for writing for the babies.
Blessings and Love,
~Linda
Dave.
TRASK
(((HUGS))) and love, and God bless the children, and those who care about them, Karla. :(