So the Christmas is coming closer and with it the anxiety of all those children living in emotional and economical misery...
The Holy Night is not for those children whose parents are getting drunk and fight in some kind of missunderstood celebration, where those children who don't become abused themselves are the lucky ones...
The Holy Night is not for those children who can not eat themselves fill, this festival, when so many others are eating themselves sick
The Holy Night is not for those children whose parents cannot afford a single present when other children are drowning in theirs
The Holy Night is simply Not for the " Barefoot Children"
I have tried to translate a poem, I wrote last year, into English. A desperate way to try to illuminate the situation in Christmas time, for these children
If you see these children better then my linguistic errors, I`m pleased *smile*
Silent Night, Holy Night
But not for children in total despair
Longing only for a world that is fair
Watching the star in the peak of the three
While dreaming light-year away to be free
There are no connection between Christmas and peace
For all those who don´t owe a familiar ease
The holy night is covered up with sorrow
And the child just waiting for a better “tomorrow
Waiting for the night to grow light
Days that will turn from black into white
The child is sleeping in the crib of straw
Untouched by a protecting Law
Three vice-man in the desert were coming
All caring gifts, presents and a beautiful thing
Prepared to give to the newborn king
Who this night the world was given
No lefts over for the children of today
Which cannot benefit what the laws say
And the light from the star that guided the there
Don’t shine for those which no longer can see.
In a dejected darkness where the stars died down
There are nothing but fear in the black hole thrown
A temporary forgetfulness spread its covering around
the children of the world and their unhealed wounds