Battlefield of a Child

Battlefield of a Child

Children live on the battlefield of life.
They enter the world without guns or a knife.
Their days and nights seem nice at first.
And after their first beating, they feel they are cursed.
They have no practice being good or bad.
They have no idea why someone is suddenly mad.
All they want is food and a nice warm place to sleep.
And when they make a mess, it is anger that they reap.
Sometimes they are left alone in a closet or a car.
Or words that make them cry, can leave a mental scar.
A stranger can appear at a park or at school,
that ends a life or two or other things just as cruel.
All kids are not great friends as bullies they run from.
And little handicapped kids are labeled sissy, deaf or dumb.
I wish I had a way to make their lives a plus.
But ending hate or violence is a duty for all of us.