kites fly

kites fly

hungry boys look on

they have no dreams

they have no homes

kites fly

taking the smiles

of deformed children

high up

and out of reach

of little hands

kites fly

as dreams too scared

look out of

sunken eyes

helpless

kites fly

they know not

that childhood can be fun

in other parts of the world

kites fly

while they of clipped wings

look on

and drag their drooping shoulders

and defeated faces

back to work

kites fly

while childhood bleeds away

like a wound unnoticed

till too late

kites fly

and I sit without tears in my eyes

for no one cries for them