Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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We The Children...2003
We, the children, do hereby ordain
A law that you must hear our pain.
A shooting on the news tonight.
A gang war brewing; and here, I write.
I write for the voices none can hear;
Because our pain, adults cannot bare.
Robbed of our childhoods;
Forced to be seen and not heard.
Please pay heed to my written word.
Do not denounce the burden we bare.
Attempt to support us.
Be just and be fair.
We learn from you to cheat and to lie;
Then to create an alibi.
Do not criticize each word we say.
Do not approach us with disdain, dismay.
We may be young; but in an adult world
We bare scars from adults,
Their anger unfurled.
We'll listen to those who care to hear.
We'll hear the voices of those who care.
We recognize our education.
We bury the fears that we dare not mention.
Some stand proud.
Some stand weak.
It's an equal voice that we all seek.
We are wise beyond our years.
Swallow your pride.
Acknowledge our tears.
Feed us who are hungry.
Clothe us who are cold.
Allow us to be curious.
Allow us to be bold.
Answer our questions.
We will understand.
If you ask for our help,
We'll lend you a hand.
Don't stereotype us according to age.
Fast forward to a new written page.
The book that our generation composed.
We've given a voice to them and to those;
To we, the children Who do hereby ordain
A law that you Must hear our pain...
L.A.McNabb
Thursday, 21 January, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
A law that you must hear our pain.
A shooting on the news tonight.
A gang war brewing; and here, I write.
I write for the voices none can hear;
Because our pain, adults cannot bare.
Robbed of our childhoods;
Forced to be seen and not heard.
Please pay heed to my written word.
Do not denounce the burden we bare.
Attempt to support us.
Be just and be fair.
We learn from you to cheat and to lie;
Then to create an alibi.
Do not criticize each word we say.
Do not approach us with disdain, dismay.
We may be young; but in an adult world
We bare scars from adults,
Their anger unfurled.
We'll listen to those who care to hear.
We'll hear the voices of those who care.
We recognize our education.
We bury the fears that we dare not mention.
Some stand proud.
Some stand weak.
It's an equal voice that we all seek.
We are wise beyond our years.
Swallow your pride.
Acknowledge our tears.
Feed us who are hungry.
Clothe us who are cold.
Allow us to be curious.
Allow us to be bold.
Answer our questions.
We will understand.
If you ask for our help,
We'll lend you a hand.
Don't stereotype us according to age.
Fast forward to a new written page.
The book that our generation composed.
We've given a voice to them and to those;
To we, the children Who do hereby ordain
A law that you Must hear our pain...
L.A.McNabb
Thursday, 21 January, 2003
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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We The Children...2003
We The Children...2003