Little Lost Angels

Little lost Angels of the world,
some with golden hair, raven black,
brown and auburn curls.

Some three, four and five years old,
with big eyes dulled with hunger and pain.
Dirty little faces where a smile has never reigned .

Filthy little dresses, torn and tattered trousers ,
barefooted, cuts and bruises on their little hands.

You’ll find them in many lands,
the garbage dumps of Juarez Mexico,
Calcutta India, Cairo, Guatemala and in the
slums of the Philippines, in the ghettos of
American cities, and all around the world it seems.

Tiny lost souls, most will never know
what unconditional love is, are
what hunger is not..

They will never own a real doll
are a bicycle of their own,
and will never eat stuffed turkey,
apple pie, candy in a red stocking
hanging on a Christmas tree so high.

May all their tears turn to gold and
pave the way to where they will always
be hunger free, and never again shiver
with cold.

Little Lost Angels…
Surly God will provide a special place in heaven
for these tiny souls to dwell, for they have
lived their tiny lives in squalor, here on earth…
their hell!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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