They Were Little Children

This one goes out to all the ones lovable little children that misplaced their lives, in war-torn regions of Africa, the center east and a few other parts of the world.

WE LOVE YOU.

They were little youngsters...Too many children with too many goals, too many futures, and too many hopes.

They were too many little soul's long past too soon. And I saw them growing, saw their joy, their sorrow, and ache, and noticed all the glamour that they received.

I noticed them dancing, noticed them smiling and I saw them crying, then tragically, I saw the loss of life in a place it really is been ravaged by way of struggle. Oh! Can somebody tell me, what is struggle desirable for? Somebody, please..? This is no fairy tale, it is a true tale of the lives of little prince's and princesses' destiny.

From a miles away land, I saw these little kids wasted. They took their dreams at the side of them and gave up the lifestyles they would have lived in this earth because of the leaders of tomorrow.

* Why can't we take care of the child?
* Why cannot we care for the lonely and the hungry?
* Why cannot we care for the depressed and the oppressed?
* Why cannot we care for the loss of life infant?

For their appearance unto us, to make their coronary heart hearty.

From this a long way away land, I watched some of these satisfactory little youngsters and all the exceptional matters they might have accomplished in lots of special locations. I watched at the day they died, and I asked myself the query WHY?