Never ever give to charitiy
The thought of giving to those in need is great
But you might as well kick yourself up the arse
I have first hand experience of this
A strong-minded 15 year old girl I was
The day I decided to do SOMETHING
The lightbulb glowed when I saw a wind-up torch
And thought of what uses could come
So easily could a few thou’ of these be given
To despondant refugee camps along sudan-chad border
Where desperate mothers search in darkness for a bottle for the screaming child
Where rape and theft is common in the depths of the murky waters
Where militants of agression rule and steal what little is left in the night...
Brilliant! Puppy-dog eyes at the production factory at Liverpool St. for a single over night shift I plead to the 'rebelious' trade union..I am sure to get given
Until I found out…
It would be in utter vain
For no single manufactures [in this god forsaken country - that we consider to be the most affluent and noble in all land] grow home-born torches
The are all imported
From the very same people i plan to give
Who work to make;
a thousand a night for just
a
Piece of bread
A contest entry
- Passion by Rhythm Child.
550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Charity by Shancy Fayre.
650 points, ended December 27, 2008, 6 entries
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1200 points, ended January 18, 48 entries
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This is just my feelings...no great poetry whatsoever
Comments
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Well written. I like your point of views, and how you extracted them so clearly. The only thing that got me was the format of it. Some of it was a bit uneven, but otherwise, this was great. Thanks for entering & welcome to the finalists. (: -
your so apt at any style of writing, you have a brilliant ability to write in any way and still write well
another great poem
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For no single manufactures grow home-born torches
I loved the ending it really shocked the reader after drawing him in with your beautiful imagery.
because people complain about how they live, while people work all night just for a peice of bread.
brilliant.
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so true...i ddnt actually think about this poem, it just all came out one angry night
thanks x
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