Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Spent...


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Child’s face plastered against an ethereal pane
Dark, hollow eyes follow me everywhere
A haunting plea of misery and pain
A cry, unheeded hangs on stricken air
Of hunger, hopelessness and stark despair

A world of things looms far across the sea
Oblivious to his wail of poverty
Where excess is the fount of discontent
While greed becomes a noose of misery
Across the sea a small child’s hope is spent

Janet~

A Dizain

2 comments:

  1. The image is haunting, as is your poem. May all these children have hope? It must be so hard to live without....or much of anything.

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  2. Mary, it is hard to imagine having nothing. As much as we try to remember we forget! We have some friends who touch these kids first-hand...it is sobering to hear their stories!What a calling we have to the poor!

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