A child looks up at the sky
sees an aeroplane passing by
he wihes to be in that aeroplane
and pilot dreams to be a child again

Written/Submitted by krak jack.

Soft as wool n sweet as honey
Pretty as a Rose; cute and funny
They play with teddies n love their bunny
They need kids n toys to accompany

To see, you could say, they’re teeny weeny
(The leaders of today are far more loony)
The world, for them, is kids’ colony
Each and every child, their crony…

These kids will soon grab global-hegemony.
The kids will rule, the rest will stay moony.
They will make the world, jolly n sunny.
There’ll be no stony leader, and no tyranny!

This poem was written/submitted by Mystical Bubble.

My child raise your head high
there aint no shame in poor
when the rich would stand by
and watch you starving, crying, reaching
for something in the distance while we’re preaching,
for God to come closer/let him see things,
acts of mischiefs? We’re still breathing?

I see confusion in your eyes child
don’t be afraid your free to cry child
cry a stream and row (row) to God, child
cause there aint no hope in this life child
I swear to you this aint no lie child
their excuse is “Well this isn’t my child”

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.