MY DEAR CHILD (2)

GUILTY WITHOUT FAULT

--A good African friend,

Wrote me thus about you:

Your mother bore you on the road,

Running away from the enemy path.

"Your first word was-enemy,

Growing bigger, you were thirsty.

It was drought, you did not have water.

You dug with hands, for finding it".

You missed food, you were hungry.

You looked at planes,

Just drop some food,

And this chance, rarely.

You wanted to play,

You hadn't toys.

You played with what you found:

Bombs, rifles and mines.

You want to be healthy,

More illnesses, also infectious ones,

Pursued you,

As the shadow of someone.

With all these obstacles,

You become an adult, in four years.

You don't know what is a childhood,

A -smile- or a –love-.

--My sweet African child,

With a pure and good soul,

My message is:

To all world's children:

--Give Africa's children,

A part of your happiness;

For they could feel the joy

Of Your Day, the first of June!!!

-My message to relations,

Parents and grandparents of children,

Of this challenged world,

And fairly tried, is:

--Show now how you vibrate,

How will vibrate your heart! !!

Show that you are masters,

Of the most beautiful virtue!!!

--I hope that also frozen hearts,

Will melt seeing the over picture.

Our earth has two faces: the day and the night;

The children will allay, the nights of your life!!!

THE NEW CHARITABLE ASSOCIATIONS,

Will create youth without old age;

SAVE CHILDREN -this treasure-,

For a clean and a right world !!!

A CHILDREN loving worldwide's.