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Aug 2013
god,

if you’re up there out there anywhere
if you’re somewhere listening to me
if you’re compassionate, if you care
the children need you, can’t you see

will no one sooth their fearful tears
childhood should be a magical time
yet for many it delivers only sorrow
is innocence now somehow a crime

god please forgive this foolish man
i know there’s much we cannot know
but still one thought disturbs my soul  
why must the little children suffer so

it seems cruel to have the little ones
endure hunger, neglect and disease
i’ve asked for little, but this i request
take care of the little children please
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   Jamila Obsiye, --- and Rose
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