Toddlers wander the streets.
Feet that should be sleeping, kept weak.
Moving to the beat of a war torn reality.
palms up, eyes down, smiles wide.
They take it in their stride.
How would I react on the
Parents push prepubescent,
puppy eyed children in to the tourism line.
Abusing their innocence for sustenance, and
acceptance for a working life.
I'm almost obliged to buy.
Sell my time to feel worthy to carry their
I wish I could take them with me,
show them a better time.
I'm also not sure they'd enjoy it,
I think they'd giggle if I tried.