Unframed Cure

Children, God's awesome cure

for a society oh so impure.

By finding light in dark places,

with eyes blind to races,

and hearts overflowing with joy,

with mouths that harvest no ploy.

Feet running ever so bold,

and minds that fit no mold,

with hands touching endless lives,

and backs that remember no knives. 

A glimpse of our future

and a reminder of our past,

who knew our need 

would be fulfilled by 3'3".

This poem is about: 
Our world

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