Little Feet ( inspirational poetry by Whonunuwho))
Around this world, and on every soil,
little feet to march, amid all the toil.
Homeless ones to seek some care,
Only to find, not any to spare.
Africa's harsh land and in its heat,
Offers little hope, promotes defeat.
Asia's climes, across wide expanse,
Sparsely provides, without a chance.
Europe's children, many in despair,
Approach each day, with few so fair.
Through winter's, bold, their lives to hold,
Their feet to march in ice and cold.
As America takes pride, so much to hide,
There many small ones hurt, just to reside.
By city streets, and as on the country lane,
Many to do without, only to live in pain.
A caring world, every little one does seek,
Just to exist, the precious, mild and meek.
The Grown ups world, is their world as well,
Seeking responsible adults, for all to tell.
Every mother's child is as one of ours, also,
And in an all caring love, is for us now to show.
All the comfort and security, each child does deserve,
A continuation of hope, we will help to preserve.
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