Winter snow melts
removing your print
can your memory
be vanquished from this world
Hands of time cycle forth
removing your mark
specter’s voices silenced
vanquished from this silent planet
no lilies grow on your grave
young dreams unrecorded
none recollects your smile
reverse this corrupt orbit
summer melts all hopes
abandoned child
you wear about your neck
spoils of a cruel world

A lily for each of you…
In my travels oversees, I have been fortunate to work with the “Children of the World.” I was introduce to a tragic occurence among street children. Children are dumped on the street by parents, the children in turn are swept up by corrupt society for sale. The highest bidder gathers these children for prostitution and often organ donation to developed countries. I hope this sickens you. I did as much as I could (at the time) ;I even sought a visa…
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