Under the dark night,
I sleep all alone,
For you see friends,
I have no place to call home.
I sleep on the ground cold,
My stomach empty,
As none spares me food,
While they waste aplenty.
While people pass,
They just us ignore,
They just never consider,
For we are dirty and sore.
All we ask for is a chance,
To support ourselves,
For we aren’t rats,
For you to jump upon shelves.
We are but humans,
For you to learn,
How blessed you are ,
To have a meal and a fire to burn.
What if we are angels ,
Sent from god above,
To test man ,
Of his brotherly love.
But you’ll never know,
If love you never show,
By setting apart your greed,
And let your pity flow.
But if you’ll help us,
And love with us share,
Then by the best means,
You shall entertain angels unaware.......
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Written October 19th, 2005
A contest entry
- Friend in India by Hnjenny2.
300 points, ended November 11, 2005, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Excellent!!!
An inspiring write. Beth will be able to see a lot more than she came here to see, I am sure. LIfe is a school of learnign and she is just attending a class in a foriegn land to be enlightened better than her fellow coutry people.
Compassion and love for strangers are qualities angelic and May God be with her and her endeavors.
We wish her luck in her trip and her mission of charity.
Good luck in the contest.
Love and blessings from India - Joel -
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