I can hear their voices, <br />listen carefully you'll here them too, <br />be attentive, you can feel their pain, <br />but don't just sit there to observe their tears. <br /> <br />just move move your eyes here and there, <br />you'll hear them around the world, <br />move your eyes to middle east, <br />take them to Iraq and Afghanistan, <br /> <br />don't end up there, <br />go and have a rest in Africa, <br /> <br />If you have strength, <br />just go around and observe, <br /> <br />A Son of Somali land starving, <br />A Daughter of Sudan land dying, <br />Twelve years old girl of Congo raped, <br />Ooh! just their sound of pain. <br /> <br />I can feel what hurts most, <br />those they depend on, lean on, <br />are the Beast who turn on them, <br />What they care most is what they desire. <br /> <br />Their sound of pain, <br />is like a music in the Bar, <br />or a love whisper in the bed room. <br /> <br />Ooh please World, <br />hear them out, as politics won't, <br />console them, as they have been abandoned, <br />rescue them, as they have lost faith, <br />please, be humble to them, as they've fear hunting them.<br /><br />DICKSON MSETI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hear-the-children-crying/
