Growing Without A Right
By Miriam Garcia std6 13 years
I was growing lonely and sad,
And a little bit bad.
There was no food to eat,
My stomach was crying for a piece of meat.
I am a child without a right.
No education to defend my right,
Living in a little house using only one light.
Barely seeing what is to be life,
I could barely sleep at night.
I am a child without a right.
Whom shall I ask for help?
The government? The minister or a teacher, Friend I though world will come to an end.
Suddenly, I was enlighten to de courageous,
To stand and to express my self.
I am a child without a right .
The kids have the rights for freedom,
The right to be loved,
The right to an education,
To have food, clothes and must of all to make choices our own.
I am a child without a right.
I AM Child Without Rights
BY:JERONIMO PECH STD 6 11 YEARS
I AM A CHILD WITHOUT RIGHTS THAT CANT SLEEP AT NIGHT
BUTIF I COULD I WOULD WITH A LIGHT,
I FEEL NOBODY IS WITH ME IN MY LUFE
EXCEPT MY POOR RUSTY KNIFE
I CRY ALL DAY
AND WISH TO BATHE AT THE BEAUTIFUL BAY
HOW CAN I FIND MY RIGHTS?
I WISH TO GO TO SCHOOL
AND ONE DAY HAVE A BIG POOL
I FEEL THAT EVERYONE IS REGECTING ME
AND MY PARENTS ARE NEGLECTING
HOW CAN I FIND MY RIGHTS
I LIVE IN A BOX UNDER THE BRIDGE
SOMETIMES I AM AFIAD OF A WICTH
I DON’T HAVE MONEY FOR MEAT
SO I HAVE TO SELL WEED
HOW CAN I FIND MY RIGHTS?
The Rights of the Child
By: Reynaldo Cal STD: 6 12 years old
Lonely bare footed child running down the streets
Carrying a red bag of stolen sweets.
On the nights he has no were to sleep.
So he has to sleep on the streets.
What kind of parents does this child have?
His dad is dead and will never come back.
His mother is always in jail by selling crack.
To this child the world is turning its back.
His life is full of tears in a sack.
What kind of parents does this child have?
He is now joining a gang known as Gaza.
He has killed two persons of another gang
With an iron that says Bang! Bang!
He thinks he is a nefarious boy now.
What kind of parents does this child have?
The Rights of a Poor Child
By: Adelric Tillett STD 6 12 years old
I am a child without rights
Sleeping by the trash cans on the streets.
Begging God to spare me of the perils of the night.
And finally some day guide my feet .
Towards the joy I will one day meet.
Where are the parents of this poor child?
Where are my parents? Not within my sight.
I wake up hungry, hoping today I get to eat.
Lord protect me with your power and might
The world enslaves me and binds my hand and feet.
Leaves me helpless with troubles I can’t beat
Where are the parents of this poor child?
Unless I had my parents to guide me and my light.
And give me comfort of loving arms so sweet.
And let my feet the unknown that warms my body and soul with their heat.
But now the streets in my bed, Loneliness my bed’s sheet.
Where are the parents of this poor child?
I AM A CHILD WITHOUT RIGHTS
By Carlos Antonio Ack
Std VI
Age: 11
I am a child without rights.
I sleep in a bench every night.
Now I join a gang to steal money.
Now my life is made of milk and honey.
Who can help me?
I am a child without rights.
I don’t want to get into fights.
When I was left again I didn’t have any bread.
So I need to be fed.
Who can help me?
I am a child without rights.
I feel like if I don’t have any help in sight.
I may be hungry, I may be poor.
Someday someone will open his door.
Who can help me?
I Am a Child Without Rights
By: Rodney Cal
STDVI
Age: 14
I am a child without rights
Living in a house without light.
I feel like the world is falling apart.
Having no love and no care really breaks my heart.
What can I do with my life?
Day and night with nothing to eat.
Walking alone on the cold and lonely street.
With no shoes on my feet.
The world has turned its back on me.
What can I do with my life?
On the street I beg for food.
Oh! How I wish I could go to school.
I have no friends and parents are never home.
I just pray for help to come.
What can I do with my life?
I’m an innocent child trying to survive.
But only gives me the strength to strive.
I am child without rights
But I guess I will lose the fight .
What can I do with my life?
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