I cried!

I cried at the sight,

of children crippled by abuse

and being objects of sexual use.

their voice silenced for they can’t refuse.

I cried listening to their crippling screams,

calling out for help

in a world that was deaf,

and blind to the suffering of the children.

I cried thinking of them homeless,

no parents, no structure

just empty bellies

and limbs that lack energy.

I cried talking to them

agents of crime

Masters of pick pocketing,

trying to secure a dime to feed 

their burning hunger of drugs.

I cried!

I cried closing her eyes

for she has died

in her mother’s hands

she must now be buried under the sands,

this I just couldn’t understand

why did God allow this in our land.