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I saw... a huge, open space, arrayed with pink and yellow roses and zinnias...there were benches under trees that stretched towards a lagoon, for those gone weary, from their walks... I saw... a family...children were playing on the green, lush carpet grass, dressed in their bright-colored clothes of red and yellow, and blue jeans... confidently hopping, and tumbling wearing expensive rubber shoes...while having bites of sandwiches, and sips of juices... from a safe distance, seated on a bench, were the overseers...the parents...as two nannies kept close watch over the children....... I saw... a group of noisy children come in from the streets running barefooted, feeling the cool, moist grass... some refused to remove their rubber slippers, their clothes were old and tattered...too excited, they jumped.....lay on the grass without a care, they shrieked, as they climbed and fell from slides, obviously enjoying their visit....their shouts, their laughter seemed contagious, the well-endowed children, stopped their games and observed... I saw... how the parents summoned the nannies, they gathered the children, and all their stuff then marched towards a less peopled area, and there, they let their children play....while they sat on a nearby bench, pulled long sighs, one after the other...i wondered...were they exhausted? or, pricked by their conscience? were they sighs of relief.......because their children were now distanced......."safe," ......from the less fortunate ones? ::::::::: whatever happened to noblesse oblige? are these just two foreign words, with obsolete meanings? :::::::::::::: Sally Copyright March 9, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
sally-a-bayan
PEOPLE'S PARK
I saw... a huge, open space, arrayed with pink and yellow roses and zinnias...there were benches under trees that stretched towards a lagoon, for those gone weary, from their walks... I saw... a family...children were playing on the green, lush carpet grass, dressed in their bright-colored clothes of red and yellow, and blue jeans... confidently hopping, and tumbling wearing expensive rubber shoes...while having bites of sandwiches, and sips of juices... from a safe distance, seated on a bench, were the overseers...the parents...as two nannies kept close watch over the children....... I saw... a group of noisy children come in from the streets running barefooted, feeling the cool, moist grass... some refused to remove their rubber slippers, their clothes were old and tattered...too excited, they jumped.....lay on the grass without a care, they shrieked, as they climbed and fell from slides, obviously enjoying their visit....their shouts, their laughter seemed contagious, the well-endowed children, stopped their games and observed... I saw... how the parents summoned the nannies, they gathered the children, and all their stuff then marched towards a less peopled area, and there, they let their children play....while they sat on a nearby bench, pulled long sighs, one after the other...i wondered...were they exhausted? or, pricked by their conscience? were they sighs of relief.......because their children were now distanced......."safe," ......from the less fortunate ones? ::::::::: whatever happened to noblesse oblige? are these just two foreign words, with obsolete meanings? :::::::::::::: Sally Copyright March 9, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Do the heavens hear their cries? How can they let these children slowly die? I pray now spare them from agony Sew their wings and set them free For they are not slaves of poverty But of souls unworthy of their sanity A song for you my child It is not your fault You are not born to cry A child is a child Even if he sleeps in a bed of sweets or in the busy streets In your eyes pure innocence and love In your hopes and dreams you must fly like a dove High as the angels above Never will the sirens wake you Never will the stones hurt you Never will the cold bite you For tonight you will not wake in fright Rest in peace my child The moon will swallow your woes The stars will weave your dreams And they will make you warm as you sleep -Forgotten Angels, Margaret Austin Go
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
margaret-austin-go
Forgotten Angels
Do the heavens hear their cries? How can they let these children slowly die? I pray now spare them from agony Sew their wings and set them free For they are not slaves of poverty But of souls unworthy of their sanity A song for you my child It is not your fault You are not born to cry A child is a child Even if he sleeps in a bed of sweets or in the busy streets In your eyes pure innocence and love In your hopes and dreams you must fly like a dove High as the angels above Never will the sirens wake you Never will the stones hurt you Never will the cold bite you For tonight you will not wake in fright Rest in peace my child The moon will swallow your woes The stars will weave your dreams And they will make you warm as you sleep -Forgotten Angels, Margaret Austin Go
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