broken kids

I worry for these kids who enter the grounds broken

Their souls are shattered and their wounds are bleeding

I worry for these kids who are screaming for help quietly yet so loudly

But all we worry about is the information we can force down their throats that is no longer relevant

Lord I worry about their safety 

Their pride and their broken will

Their fingers are not meant to carry such pain

Their hands can no longer bend and break

Lord their eyes scream at me with sorrow

It seeps into my nightmares till morning

Oh they come in not wanting to see the 'morrow

Tell me how can I love broken people like this ?

I know not if I ended up here to help these souls

Who are wanting to love and be loved

How have parents overseen these gems of old

That they step over all to still be so cold?

Have we truly forgotten to nourish these kids ?

To listen , to understand, to let them express their fears and fright ?

Tell me how can I wipe their tears and promise a better future

If I cannot even guarantee them that the darkness is hiding the light 

What light am I trying to guide them to

If their self worth and efforts have never been validated

Tell me, how do you let a kid feel the true love they want to feel

If they never knew how to feel it in the first place ?

I am frustrated, sad and angry at the world 

For bringing in souls to experience such pain

I am devastated, exasperated and heart broken with the job I have 

Because I have to be careful with how I comfort them

Tell me, how can one take advantage of these brilliant minds

Who work so hard to gain our approval and say

Oh I am so angry at the world for this

This is why we lose kids to life everyday

I fear for the broken kids who slip through the cracks.