Looking Through A Child's Eyes (15) Read Count : 4

Category : Poems

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Sometimes there is no peace,

the blanket given is not made of fleece.

This world reeks of injustice, as many are made to suffer.

The cold truth is there is abuse to tomorrow's children.

We must let the sun rise on them at a new dawn.

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  • Jan 04, 2019

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