Broken land, and broken tribe
the land holds not our people
Destroyed hut, without a roof
this house holds not our family
Hopeless grain, that thirsts for water
this farm holds not our hunger
Baren land, torturing tolerant feet
this ground holds not our bodies
Listless newborn, starving she stares
this food holds not our future
Flies invade, energy must be conserved
the "help" holds not our strength
Wealth abounds, where there is no need
their wealth holds not our worries
Some care, but those who do aren't enough
their concern holds not our entirety
Broken land, and broken tribe
the land holds not our people
Author notes
30,000 people a day die of hunger, and what do we do about it? About a dozen died in the Virginia Tech shooting and the whole country was deeply mourned, but we completely ignore 30,000. That's a lot of people.
A contest entry
- Word Bank Poem (TWELVE YEARS AND UNDER) by wishintreeUK.
800 points, ended June 4, 2007, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - SUNSET OUTSIDE MY WINDOW by mcheadle.
900 points, ended June 24, 2007, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Nice write, but I forgot to mention in my rules: I don't want entries that have already won in another contest. Great idea, though. Thanks for sharing it and thanks for checkin' out my contest. Best wishes and take care.
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Superb
In every country there seem to be two nations - those who have too much and those who have too little, often nothing. The idea has been so admirably expressed! One of the best poems I have come accross in Allpoetry.
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Wow, thank you so much. I'm really glad you liked it. The greediness of people seperates,as you said, people into 2 groups. It's a huge problem that doesn't see an end, but that doesn't mean we can't help. Personally, I really admire the work Worldvision does.
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