The Children of Yesterday

The Children of Yesterday

The children of yesterday cried out

as boney children of today follow their route.

The children of tomorrow look on in doubt

as the children of fortune simply laugh about.

The self-devouring children of yesterday were numb to the pain

of  a world that only looked away.

The knew they would die,

while in our beds we lie

deaf to the cries

and content the morning sun would rise.

The children of yesterday had no such comforts.

They slept on the ground

as those around them cried their lullabies,

unsure if they would escape death’s embrace.

If they awoke, then on goes the chase.

The fortunate feed on the linens

and don’t bother to spare the crumbs.

Purified water is abundant in the land of fortune.

A wardrobe for every season

rests in every closet.

The children of yesterday had no such luxuries.

They froze in the winter

and burned in the summer.

Their stomachs had a constant ache

as the small bodies sucummbed to their fate.

A fate we refuse to erase

despite those still in Hell’s grace

who wear  poverty’s battered face

and who wish for nothing more than to escape.

Despite being broken.

Despite knowing no comforts.

Despite knowing no luxuries.

The children of yesterday smiled.

They smiled together.

They laughed together.

They cried together.

The children of fortune know no such happiness.

 

Reviews

[Jenkins Writings]

I think it's a little boring and a bit too predictable. I don't know reading the first line doesn't bring me in. It definitely has an important message though, that I like.

[Austin Fern]

Thanks for the review!