Voice from your Child
You promised me
A world, free of battlefields, soldiers, children
Abandoned in fear — hunger —
Children, trembling in closets , amidst gunshot fire.
You offered Hope, again and again.
A world, you said, where we will stand
Hand in hand, safe, beyond color, religion, gender, age,
Agenda — politics free.
You promised me a world
Free of poison in oceans, earth and air.
“You are the future”, you told me,
“Come and be born in this world I will
Create for you. Trust me.”
My brothers and sisters who believed you
Are now old men and women, and they wait.
They wait.
Stop using me, your invisible child
For promises and meaningless rhetoric.
Candles and flowers now fill spaces
Where my friends once lived and played.
Listen to my voice.
See me.
The future is now. Today.
Today. Trust me.
Frances H Kakugawa
To honor all the students who are doing what we adults have failed to do.
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