Hurting Children Poem by Franklin Spriggs

It's hard for me to write,
With tears pouring off my face,
To all the hurting children,
Who seem to be misplaced.

Oh the hurting children,
So tender and so young,
It makes my heart hurt within,
For you to think - 'What have I done? '

To be very young into this world,
And already thrown to the curb,
As tho you mean nothing at all,
And a voice that should not be heard.

Of all the talents that you have,
To make this world a better place,
To be treated in such cruelty,
As tho you should not run the race.

Of all the children mistreated,
Some say you have no worth,
Try not to be bitter in heart,
You have your place on earth.

For the children are tomorows future,
To carry on in our stead,
Lets not throw them to the street,
And wish that they were dead.

Dedicated to our hurting youth!

Author
Franklin Spriggs
2/13/08