What If It Was Your Child

I saw a child yesterday sitting on a corner, tears
streaming down its face, and I stopped to ask
why and the child replied, “no one likes me,
they laugh at me and say I lie, but I don’t lie.”

I walk away after leaving a hug and some words
of encouragement, but as I walked home I said,
“thank God it was not my child.”

Today thousands starved to death because they
had no food. Some ones little girl, some ones
son, but my child ate well.

I turned off the television news and I said, “thank
God it was not my child.”

Every day it seems there is more tragedy, more
horrors, children dying, abused and killed, and it
seems nothing is done to change these things, but
my child is safe, warm and fed.

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poem by Joy Olree
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