The children who live here,
Where good food is thrown away,
They're starving into tears,
Their is no rest or play,
They're in the trash cans,
Standing on the street,
Pouring out their small hands,
For something small to eat,
Dying in the gutters,
Lost, starving and frozen,
They have no love for others,
Their own hearts are too broken,
No one at their home to care,
No place to take them in,
They've ran away from the wear,
The wear and tear of kin,
They are dying and alone,
While we eat at our tables,
While we talk on our phone,
Turn on our tv worship our cable,
They've sold out their souls,
They didn't have much else to bargain,
But it is us who will pay the tolls,
For their tender pain,
We feed the chaos.
A contest entry
- What makes you passionate? by TabbyJoy.
900 points, ended March 24, 2008, 30 entries
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Comments
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This inspires some deep thinking, I feel for the Poor considerably, yet have never seen homeless children.
I do what I can as far as giving is concerned.
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This is a powerful poem. It really makes you stop and think about those poor kids starving with nowhere to go. You're right, most people do need to reevaluate their priorities. Best of luck in the contest
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Powerful. I felt drawn into the pain of those little ones who are so often left behind. You've written a strong, heartfelt plea that we evaluate our priorities and get our hearts right. Nicely done. Thanks for entering!!!!
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