what right a child

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    what right a child

     where are my sisters
    where are my brothers
    where are my play mates
    where are my neighbours

    where are you all
    you who would watch over me


    the fences you build
    the roads you lay
    the fears you spread
    a desolation
    the news you make
    a future you package

    the wants you made me have
    the goals you said i should have

    the dreams i keep chasing
    only to disappoint
    breathless hopeless pointless

    not all not one in all
    not first

    daddy is not there
    mother is lost in her despair
    and i where

    where is our life
    if not to give then to take
    to use to abuse
    where is all life
    to abuse to overuse to use

    what right a child

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    Chaos128 commented on what right a child

    09-30-2009

    Uncompromising questions, Altun; the problem is everybody has their own perceptions, and you are unlikely to be satisfied with any answers you receive. My way of dealing with it is making sure I'm the star of my life. If others place attempt to place obstacles in my path, I congratulate myself (beforehand) for not only overcoming them, but brushing them dismissively aside, if only for the pleasure of showing those responsible the emptiness of their efforts. I apologize for sermonizing... but your piece hit a little too close to home. Excellent work!
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    altun

    11/25/2009

    from a newbie such as myself to a master-of-the-art, your comments are taken very seriously, friend. I think humanity has created a world in which those marginalised become the stepping-stones for the more ambitious. And as I raise my children, I try my best not to judge them by their failures. many thanks for your heartfelt comments.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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