Who cares?

Head buried as he wallows in despair
no longer innocent nor unaware
his childhood should have been situatued, happy and calm
not held ransom by the Govenment's palm
and as tears stroll down his tiny innocent face
he yearns for a soothing, soft comforting embrace
for mother is too wrapped up in her own distress
the reassuarance he needs she can no longer profess
mother worked hard all her life, he knows this is true
where did the money go? His guileless mind can not construe
There's no food on the table, clothes are shabby and worn
once such a content family; now become wistful and forlorn
his siblings feel the same, yet they can't talk to mum
and in melancholy this family succumbs
they asked for a helping hand and were met with deaf ears
and these tiny children have futures that are now so unclear
they didn't ask for this, never expected this to occur
and isn't it such a shame, that not one person does care

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*Written for Colm's contest