This is a poem by a friend and forum member
Children, what a blessing they are
We see ourselves in them up close and from afar.
They are the future you know,
but even against them the torture grows.
Their innocence is robbed
They are made to do adults jobs
Why are they suffering?
We all know they should be running and playing
People please wake up and see that the children are the future of humanity
If we are now hurting them, then we are close to the end.
Copyright (c) 1997 CAC