In shadows where silence weaves tales untold, A child's eyes, a story of sorrow bold.
Where laughter should echo, silence pervades, In the grasp of poverty, innocence fades.
In alleys dim, where dreams dare not tread, Lies a mattress bare, a child's quiet bed.
Hunger whispers its relentless plea, A constant companion in poverty's sea.
Gentle hands, meant for holding, now flinch, Love's soft words replaced by anger's pinch.
Tears, like rivers, carve paths on tender skin, A testament to battles, never meant to win.
Forgotten whispers in the bustling crowd, Childhood dreams, once bright, now shrouded by a cloud.
Each day a struggle, each night a longer fight, In search of a dawn, within the endless night.
Yet, within these eyes, a flicker of hope resides, A stubborn spirit, where resilience abides.
For even in the darkest corners of despair, Lies the strength to endure, to conquer, to repair.
May we be the bearers of light, the givers of grace, To lift these souls from the shadows, to a brighter place.
Where childhood can bloom, far from abuse and poverty's embrace, And every child can awaken to love's gentle face.
BaoziBang (Tali)
2024-05-14 16:00:40 +0000 UTC深時見鹿 樹
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