The sky turned gray as I stood on the hill The smell of violence and the smell of kill The sound of horror and terrified screaming It is the only place the sunýs not beaming A place of swings where no children will play For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay I see drunks lay all over the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley Poor children living a life of violence With horrifying homes filled with silence Violent blood shattered on the street And a child who lay there that has been beat In fear of their parents I hear children crying Living in a valley that is somehow dying I see the blood on the walls in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley The sun wonýt shine in a place of horror The children cry and the parents beat more Living in a family with a father who's a drunk And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk The hospital is full of children bruised And many are still home being abused I see shadows of death in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley The graveyard is full and there will be many more If the abused do not stop in this horror Rain pours down from all the tears That God sheds for peopleýs fears Defenseless children can not play For in their abusive homes is where they must stay I see a place of horror and a lonely alley And the ambulance is down in the valley I see a cry for help throughout the place And fear from a childýs terrified face At nighttime the moon is gray Like a horror movie I saw one day A poor child who doesnýt own a toy Because the parents wonýt buy for the little boy I still see loneliness in that alley And the ambulance is down in the valley Careless children, fresh as sin And some have forgotten how to grin Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised From poor parents who themselves were abused And violent anger on their mind Makes them beat on any child they can find A pool of blood lay in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley The abuse is increasing day by day The valley full of pain and the sky still gray A little child in a corner is what I find And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind Seventy percent of children are abused every day The parents get upset and the children pay Horrified children and a lonely alley And the ambulance is down in the valley In the 1960ýs abuse was first identified And since then many children has died Blood in the valley and a child in pain Somehow this world has gone insane Nobody will help or try to prevent the abuse No one deserves this; there is no excuse In the village by the alley The ambulance is down in the valley The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand The poor children can not even stand Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast And some just trying to forget about the past Some do not know how love would feel Some scarred for life that will never heal Screaming, yelling, the sight of the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley One story that is so sad Is when a stepmother got so mad The children could not tie their laces And fear poured out from their terrified faces She beat them till the blood ran free I am just glad this never happened to me The children and their visions of the alley The ambulance is down in the valley Think of all the problems the world must face So please stop the abuse in this horrible place Poor children who may never see What a wonderful place this could be What I am trying to say is think of their pain Do not think of your problems and complain Unless you have visions of the alley Because the Ambulance is still down in the valley (http://www.netpoets.com/poems/sadsociety/1059001.htm) --------------------------------------------------- ItHIS SHOT FOR THE POOR CHILDREN ALL OVER THE WORLD ----------------- WE MUST GIVE THEM A HELP AND A BIG SMILE, -------------- THEY NEED US ---WE NEED THEM...