THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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Two hundred smiling orphans
Playing in the sun.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Jolly, having fun.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Protected by their master...
Two hundred smiling orphans
Destined for disaster.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Understanding their new ways.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Enjoying happy days.
Taught by Janusz Korczak,
Father to them all,
Two hundred smiling orphans
Learning to walk tall.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Trapped within a war.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Blind to what\'s in store,
Two hundred smiling orphans
Timid, weak and shy...
Two hundred smiling orphans
Each condemned to die.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Marching down the street,
Two hundred smiling orphans
In the Autumn heat.
Two hundred smiling orphans
In his wake like ducks,
Led by Janusz Korczak...
Author of their books.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Transported far away.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Facing their last day.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Taken for a stroll,
Along with Janusz Korczak...
Father of their soul.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Arrived at their new place.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Marching on apace.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Alighting from the train...
Would they and Janusz Korczak
Ever smile again?
Two hundred smiling orphans
New their dolour is told.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Their memoir to uphold.
Two hundred smiling orphans
Going on before.
For they, and Janusz Korczak,
Will smile for evermore.
ASJ