The Cries of a child
When hearts are veiled
There is no way for peace
When hearts are veiled
There is no way for brotherhood
When brains are veiled with prejudice
There is no chance for tolerance
When bellies are heavy
There is no way to see the hungry
When pockets are plenty
There is no way to see poverty
When the ears are shut
There is no chance to hear
The cries of the empty mouths
When the doors are closed
There is no way for all the beautiful things
To come in
All will go beyond …..
Above the sun
They will hide any shining stars
They will break any hope for tomorrow
Then we'll live in two worlds
Your world and mine
For whom the sun will shine
I'll be sad you'll be happy
Give me a chance to survive
Give me a chance stay alive
poem by Bouche Cousue
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