Linda Moore - Bless The Children

Inattentiveness, a heedless manner
Distress and sorrow, the World's yammer
Innocent little children, no toys, no play
Incredible struggles, suffered each day
Exploitation, starvation, no hope, no future
Violence, corruption, no one to nurture
Yes, Heart feels pained anguish
For little Souls who live and languish

Linda Moore

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