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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Look upon the children of this nation
Do you see their weeping faces
They may not be your own blood
But they are still your children
Every hand that reaches out for a piece of bread
Every hand that reaches out for a hug
Is our responsibility
If we do not reach out to our own children Who will?
If this generation fades away
Who will take this nation forward
This generation is one built on orphans
Built on disabled
Yet being and orphan or a disabled person Dosnt change anything
They are still our children
They are still OUR children
Are we ready to take on this responcibility
Are we ready to reach out to our children?

I am
Are you

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

I THOUGHT THE WORDS WERE TOUCHING. THANK YOU. MAY I USE YOUR PHOTOGRAPH OF THE CRYING CHILD IN A BOOK ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD, INVOLVING ABUSE?