Happy Childrens' Day

I came across this poetry on the net and I figured that I should share with everyone in this post, it is something that I feel alot about. Our homes, our lives, and to some extent, our environment...Enjoy...
We are younger,
But feel much older
What we are,
But the children.
Those who stand silent
In the acid shadows.
We stand straight
For our parents.
No squabbles
As we watch
The slow painful killing of the world
We are to live in.
But we are the children
Who stand by the apple tree
And listen to the sounds
Of our mother earth dying.
We hear,
Her writhe as trees are cut,
Her cough as her sky clogs up,
We hear her become angry.
Everyone becomes angry
But the children.
People are seperated
By the great divide.
And we in the middle,
Are those who don't matter,
Were are the ones not blind.
- Synn
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