Our Children

[SilentEyz]

They are called
Children of the night
Children with no hope
No chance, no life
For these children
Comfort and tenderness
Are doled out sparingly
By parents who were raised
In the same manner of being
Do we know or see
Can we even understand
How our existence
Affects the lives
Of our children
Is what we feel
As infinite knowledge
Only the death
Of what we had given life
We are the creators
Of a new world
Yet our children
Whether through
Wisdom or disgrace
Shall rule the new world
If it should stand or fall
We thank only the parents
And credit to those
Who tried.


©
SilentEyz (♥)

 

[elluko]

As infinate knowledge

Great job!
Sorry to be a jerk, but: infinite.

 

[SilentEyz]

Thanks Elluko.. all fixed

 

[Sam]

Silent this is the best work as of now by you I am impressed by this poem fantastic

 

[elluko]

* excuse me for writing mistake in the above post

You could have just edited it you know.

 

[Sam]

Thanks ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

 

[Babygirl7182]

Wonderful!!!!!!