The Children

Children sleeping on a bench, beat up and worn,

Childrens faces are dirty, there clothes are torn,

No one to care about them, nobody to love, There innocent faces as calm as a dove,

Worked day and night hungry and tired but they must keep thre strength, so they don't get fired,

There moms and dads shipped to another place, Not knowing their children can't even remember their face,

Do you know of their hurt and their pain?

The labor and suffering, would drive you insane,

Dirt in their nails, and madded hair,
When seeing these children you can't help but to stare,

They take no showers so they have strong stench, lets help the children who sleep on the bench