Poem -
Dead at 12
Poet on the street
Beside the mother beggar
Aside the gutter
Flies and mosquitos,
Writing the history
Of the world
In the eyes of the child,
Emaciated in the heat and
The Holy Spirit
Eyes roll back
Heart stops
Dead at 12
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Comments
one thing i really admire is a poet who brings up this subject as there are so many children in this position. sad .great piece jai ! tina x
I just wish I didn't need to,
appreciate your thoughts though
Tina; I am always happy when
this genre of poetry is read,
thank you very much.
Jai
makes ya heart bleed x poor souls didn,t ask to be born ! x
That's so true Tracy,
the mother beggars and children of
Indonesia really got to me, children used as
fodder :(
Kind rgs
Jai
sad hard-hitting poem congrats x
The gravity of the situation is serious,
thank you Susan
see
http://m.thejakartapost.com/news/2011/08/08/infant-toting-beggars-be-charged-with-child-exploitation.html