Their cries goes unheard in lands forgotten by time
Feet covered in dirt, pebbles, grime and germs
They've never known shoes or the warmth of running water
Never knowing the feel of carpet or wood only poverty
Cheeks stained with the tears of years long past
Eyes showing the bleakness of a questionable future
The fear of what tomorrow will bring showing on every
Unmistakably, beaten and broken will
Motherly love never known
She passed shortly after giving birth
Sister raises sister
Brother raises brother
Bodies sunken and sad
Walls collapsed and crumbled
No real mom or dad
Life is hard but they survive
How bad was your commute?
How long did you have to wait at Dunkin Donuts?
How hungry were you that day?
How expensive was gas?
How short was your weekend?
How bad was your waitress?
How bad was your haircut?
How bad of a driver were they?
Suffering seems more simple
When put in perspective
We are some of the fortunate few
And should not forget that
And pray for the forgotten
The downtrodden
The frail and forlorn
Those who should complain but never will!!
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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