Sea of children

Florin Dragoș Minculescu

There is an incomprehensible pain,

Behind the dampness of the eyes.

Horror and helplessness

Creep into hearts like never before.



Minds are forever corrupted.

Abandonment scars are forming the brains.

Padlocks of happiness are wrought,

Deep within the being. 



Five hundred thousand children are marching,

Somewhere to their nowhere. 

The path scent of pain they're leaving behind,

Is followed by many, so many like them.


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  • jarcher54

    Refugee children are the crime of humanity... thanks for sharing your thoughts and well-tempered verse from Romania... this site needed your insight!

  • Florin Dragoș Minculescu


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