Poem – The Lost Little Child

Dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


A childhood that was stolen away.

Raped of the very essense of dignity & joy.

Embarrassed & laughed at because of the colour of their skin,

Abused & tortured until there was no more pain.

Crippled and desfigured by the words & the moment,

Beaten and left till no more tears were left.

Crushed and stamped on by thoughts of so many,

Bullied and taunted by the emotionally insane.

Deceit & lies were part of their lives,

Hoplessness & defenseless became their way,

A life of struggle & strife,

Of misery and pain where-ever they looked.

Left to starve in a World of plenty,

Left unheard  till the last gasping breath,

Crippled and wrinkled & scars of a Life.

No matter how much it rains there is always a silver lining! No matter how much it rains there is always a silver lining!

Reaching out for comfort or a

Warm tender smile,

Reaching out for love or an

Embrassing hug,

Reaching out for compassion or a

Kind tender word,

Reaching out, Reaching out, Reaching out,

The Lost little Child-     By Natasha

4/4/2019 Today in Spanish

Una infancia que fue robada.

Violada de la esencia misma de la dignidad y la alegría.

Avergonzado y reído por el color de su piel, maltratado y torturado hasta que no hubo más dolor.

Desfigurado por las palabras y el momento, golpeado hasta que no quedaron más lágrimas.

Aplastados y estampados por los pensamientos de tantos, acosados y provocados por los emocionalmente insanos.

El engaño y la mentira eran parte de sus vidas,

La desesperanza y indefensos se convirtieron en su camino, una vida de lucha y lucha, de miseria y dolor dondequiera que miraban.

  • Les dejó morir de hambre en un mundo de abundancia,
  • Les dejó sin escuchar hasta la última respiración, arrugados y cicatricados por vida.
  • No importa cuánto llueva, siempre hay un lado positivo.

    Buscando seguridad o una sonrisa tierna,

    Buscando amor o un abrazo de carino,

    Buscando compasión o una palabra compasiva,

    Extendiendo sus brazos

    Extendiendo sus manos

    El niño pequeño perdido-

    Por Natasha


    Published by Luisa Natasha Parker

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