How Could I Get There?

 My kindergarten days were a whole lot of fun.  I used to join a declamation contest and this is   my unforgettable winning piece. ( My mother wrote this for me.)

How Could I Get There

I  am smart child, bright, young ,and innocent

Very active and playful

Full of promises and dreams.

I dream to be a doctor

To cure the sick and poor

I'll give them the best that I can,

To be of great service to men.

But how could I get there?

When my parents don't care,

For my shelter and clothes,

For my education and food.

But how could I get there?

When violence is everywhere

Armed conflicts, rapes, killings,

Are here and there.

My ultimate dream, 

My shattered dream

You're unconcerned, 

Made us hapless victims.

Without responsible 
Parents and government,

You will not exist 

With happiness and contentment.