Let Child Be

Standing at the car windows

Sitting outside places of worship

Staring into shop's glass windows

Smiling at strangers in parks

Straddling across the pedestrian lights

Sitting through the garbage heaps

Sifting through the food bins

Are the little hands who should write and pray

Why the innocence of childhood has turned grey

Why life looks at them as a vulturous prey

Are they not yours or mine

Can a finger each, to them stretch and reach

Hold them they are ours

This land is theirs and yours

They are, our future

Let it not be so bleak and obscure

If they are left behind

Your children too aren't secure

Homes, jobs, money and cars

They may have plenty

But ebbing empathy will hold to ransom

Belonging and warmth.

Come together, educate and meditate

On the thoughts being one with all

Making efforts big or small

Let childhood sing it's own song

Where love care and happiness throng