Lost in the cracks of the world, are little forgotten

children, they have no voice, they do not live,

they merely exist.

From the cracks are eyes of hunger and pain,

desperate to be seen, existing without living,

crying out for recognition.

A world so good at playing hide and seek,

has forgotten to seek what is hidden in the

cracks, pretending not to hear the cries of

children waiting to be seen.

Looking out through the cracks, so many

little faces, hoping, crying, begging,

have you seen me?