The Downtrodden. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

We promised it would never happen again.
But they were empty words.
Little children sleeping on concrete floors.
Who cares about their world.
Separated from their father and mother.
Who would think it could happen in this day and age.
Things were meant to be improving.
But now they are like animals in a cage.
Who hears their cries?
Who gives them care?
Who sings them lullabies?
Who is really there?
What lasting damage will remain,
years later when they are older.
How could this happen?
Have we become colder?

Are some of our hearts made of stone?
Where is the love that comes from our blood and bones?
For all children should be treated right.
With dignity and care, and cuddled tight.

I hope that those who have been given power.
will at last do the right thing.
So that little children can be reunited with their
parents.
That they once more, can play and sing.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson (c) .