I don't think Darrel means you hurt him with your poem; rather, he was just so moved by it, as am I. I still find that when I see a boy about 11 years old I immediately and automatically wonder if he's safe.

The problem is that many of the kids we see AREN'T safe. But which ones?

This is the terrible tragedy that your poem captures so poignantly: the silent terrible suffering of children in a world that cannot - or will not - see them.

Much love,

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)