Cry for the children who can not cry, 
who feel emptiness and sadness
deep inside.
Dare they cry out, 
they will be beaten
without a doubt.
Now  cry for these children
and for you, 
if your inner child was frozen blue.
Cry for the world of misdirected pain, 
which keeps repeating itself all over again.
On a world level we are all affected by this, 
the needless
suffering has left
this planet a mess.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    