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there walks the child













There walks the child

that lives many a life

before their growing

is done;


looking no different,

skin not crows-feet

scored by burden,

nor brow furrowed

by trials that tender

age should not face;


little ones who bend

but not break under

the many storms they

do not know of, who

take the sharp blows

of this world, faces like

Porcelain still;


many deprivations

they take in silence,

and alone endure,

with no rage or

demand howled;

such nobility would

humble me to sad

but for the smile

I wear in the

presence of perfection;

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Wonderful , emotive and so very true. Our children could teach the world much about, equality, what it means to be brave and how to love unconditionally.

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Unknown member
Feb 03

"innocents suffer when high lords play the game of thrones"

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Well said; a truth I struggle to realise and allow to bring a measure of reassurance.... I remain haunted by the voice of the abused lad recorded saying "Nobody loves me" before he died:

"Lonesome news I’ve heard this year?

‘Abused boy, starved to death’ -

wails, ‘Nobody loves me’, faint,

recorded stepdad’s phone.

My dearest wish this moment?

His desolation world,

passing, he had been alone -

that lad had known not so."

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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
Feb 01
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I remember an initiative to help the homeless, and I was to go and talk n listen. There was one lad who was14, and I asked abut his father, and he replied he didn't have one but he did have lots of 'Uncles' , but they never knew them as he had to always wait outside.


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