I Am Not A Child, I Am An Adult, I Can Help

As a poet I’ve been on a writing campaign for the suffering children throughout the world, and I’ve developed a special interest in the awful situation of the misplaced, separated and lost refugee children in Texas, and with the help of Niki Flow, I’m a supporter and contributor of the “Texas Civil Rights Project”, and some of you may have already read her article,   https://nikiflow.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/updates-from-texas/ If you would like to donate to the Project group,  https://texascivilrightsproject.org/donate/

 “If we don’t stand up for children, then we don’t stand for much.” – Marian Wright Edelman. 

I’m going to re-present these 5 poems that I’ve written since June 22nd, Blind And Unkind, We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand, When Do They Play, Together We Can Help, Let Us Not Be Silent

Blind And Unkind

What are you leaders fighting for

What happens when all the trees are gone

What do your empty heads actually see

Do you have sack-clothes covering your eyes

Do you have a finger stuck in your noses

Do you know the smell of life or death

Where’s your collective greed going to

Where’s your silent mouths and ears

Where’s the air we breathe

What are you world rulers doing to our land

What happens when the oceans are poison

What do you egotists sip on

Why are you deaf dumb and blind

Why are you arrogant and unkind

Why are you ignoring the future of mankind

We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand  ……


The Time-travelers have been and gone

Transcending the stars and beyond

Leaving us the message carved in stone

Obvious warnings, pointing the bone

“You are not worthy, nor grand

to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”

Decrying our humankinds faults

Locking our world’s children in vaults

Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas

Contaminating the air we breathe

Burning our forests

Vehicle fumes

Nuclear bombs

Rulers greed

Before we even feed

Our fellow-man

Slaughter upon slaughter

Like we’re lambs

Guns and bullets

Millions for every bloody stand

Like seeds in our hands

Not giving life, only death and sand

We are not worthy, nor grand

It’s time, to make a stand

Who’s going to lead our band


For the innocent children. “There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treat its children.” – Nelson Mandela.

When Do They Play

Our emotions are boiling on high

Lowly governments are hiding like spies

When do the children play

Where do their Moms and Dads stay

Why should we have to pray

This is not our humane way

Promised tomorrows should be theirs today

Please, when do the children play

Quote #2, “Together We Can Help”

“Fellow Writers, We Have The Power, We Have A Voice, We Have A Pen, Collectively, We’re Able To Help, Help The Children Of The World, Stop Them Crying For Help.”

Together We Can Help


It’s Time

Time to have a say

Voice your feelings

Tell your stories

Use your pen

Speak from your soul

Talk about their little feet

Feel their mammas heartbeat

Give your all

Walk tall

We need to help

Children is my prompt

Lets do the stomp

It’s your call

One and all

Don’t let the children crawl

Save them before they fall

Let Us Not Be Silent

Let Us Not Be Silent

Let us not turn a blind eye

Clear the dark clouds from our sky

Extract our heads from the sand

Join our national brass band

Blow loudly on your trumpets

Let us stop being pawns and puppets

We’re not the sheep of their lands

We can be the blanket for our lambs

A collective sheet, protective and grand


Let us not be silent and bland

Clear the stage, make a stand

The worlds suffering children need us

Before they’re herded onto the bus

Like lambs to the slaughter

Imagine, our sons and daughters

Laying on concrete, alone and caged

Crying, weeping, could it be our ice-age

We’re distraught and outraged

Compassion, love, is paramount on centre-stage


Ivor Steven (c)  2018



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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

52 thoughts on “I Am Not A Child, I Am An Adult, I Can Help”

      1. Thank you dear friend, my rivers of tears have found their way to Texas, and it sounds like the deepest wells there are going to take a long time to run dry.

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  1. You possess a heart of gold, the spirit of a warrior and a pen that overflows with truth. “If we don’t stand up for children, then we don’t stand for much.” – Marian Wright Edelman. Thank-you!

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  2. Ivor I really can’t add to what your friends already said so well except that I agree with all my heart and am so grateful for your kindness. Your poems are a beautiful call to action to all kindhearted people. You are shining light into a very dark place, and the more help and attention and just plain love we send there, and to all children that need it, the better. I hope you have a beautiful week and tenfold blessings returning to you. ♥.

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    1. I wish my beauty could be bestowed upon those making these inhumane decisions. I would give it all away to help. Real beauty always lies within the untouched innocence of children….. …..was that another Ivor Quote


  3. These are powerful and important and bring tears to my eyes. Thank you for writing them and thank you for your compassion and caring!
    The world is such a rough place now, especially for children. 😦

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  4. How I love your word. May everyone read, hear and see the love that you write. I know this will help inspire those on the ground, in the cages, and on our airwaves. Thank you for your talent and your compassion.

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