Haiku my Heart - Food for Thought

 a distant child's cry
hollow echo on the wind
why do you cry, child?

I think with sadness of the future of some of this world's children, especially those who are sent to cross our borders without parents. These parents...how can they leave their children to the ways of the world? There is no way...no way...they don't know of the evils that exist everywhere. And without a parent to protect them, what will  happen to these children? Who are these parents who really think their child will be cared for, each and every one of them, fed and clothed and educated and live a wonderful life?  A few, here and there perhaps, but not all. It just isn't going to happen.  And their future? No doubt  they will just join the ranks of the many children who are already here. Already not cared for. Already sad. 

WITHOUT PURPOSE

 

whose child is that
wandering streets alone at night
illuminated by neon
shadowed by flesh peddlers
with white powder pockets
and dollar sign eyes

 

whose child is that
shivering miserably in wet blowing wind
who rushes unexpectedly
from the darkest alleyways
carrying the stench of yesterdays garbage
as she passes hurriedly by

 who is…
this child with the thinnest of fabric
covering bone-thin frame
a backpack holding a comb
and a biscuit or two scavenged
from a restaurant back door
her trying-to-be-brave heart
heavy with fright
not able to think or plan
beyond the moment

 

 this soon-to-be-not-innocent child
seeking a wide doorway
out of the cold rain
a place to curl
and hover for the night
and await dawn, to begin again
her uncertain trek
the learning curve of the streets

 who is
this child’s mother who didn’t care
aunt who didn’t know
neighbor who turned his back
who are those who let this child go adrift
aimless and without guidance

 wars and wars go on
as life moves ahead
talking heads  scramble
for a top spot
walls of banks expand
to hold dollars of wealthy
and super wealthy

 but who
bothers about this wandering street kid
oh     just look beyond
she’ll pass by quickly..
in and out of sight and mind
just another of many

linked with love and hope to
Rebecca's Friday Haiku

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Blessings for your weekend and beyond

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