Poverty

Poverty

A Poem by Melissa

 

See,

the child.

He's
cupped to his
mother's breast.

They're empty.

Hoping to feed her babe,
her body can't give sustenance
when she hungers.

This is poverty,

exposed by her bleeding soul;
if only her heart was calloused,
then she wouldn't see the tears trail
down her child's face.

Do you care?

He's starving!

At times,
death would be kinder.

© 2008 Melissa


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Your statements are strong. I like that. But next time you may want to do just a little more research.

Good techniques.
Susan

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! A poignant write! You had me right there - An echoing write with a loud voice...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So sadly written. It hurts to know so many of Mother Earths people suffer from poverty, due to greed and war...and silver lined pockets. thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Melissa

Davison, MI



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