Kindergarten
Fragile hands and little heads,
Making cutting lines and lifting heavy weights.
Eyes which should have been set on books and dreams
Are set on hoping for a day’s meal.
Hopes which should have no limit are being beaten up to
shambles.
Hearts that should be warm and trusting are calloused with
reality.
How many such days have to pass till we realize that our
future is gathering dust and cleaning cars?
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