Together As One
By Waunita
This goes out to all the hungry, homeless children all over the world....
Together As One...
Day after day filled with,
hard work and no play,
little children around the world,
lay down to sleep
on the ground, hard as dried clay,
full of fright
wondering if they'll
even make it through the night.
Their little bodies malnourished and weak
because they have no food to eat,
no clean water to drink or socks
to keep warm their scarred up feet..
Epidemics of sickness and violence
is all that they know, many of them
have no where safe to go,
no teachers to teach or doctors to heal them,
nor help them grow.
Their parents and loved ones
from their lives, tragically tore
results of all the hatred and war.
So they live on the street,
war ravaged and sick,
children around the world,
this sort of life, they did not pick.
For them it was chose,
imagine going through life,
with out any clothes.
Naked and dirty,
with flies buzzing all around
your nose. Without enough strength
to swat them away. All over the world people pray
hoping that these problems will just go away.
That's not enough, as a matter of fact,
if people stopped hoping and started to act,
together as one, could teach them to cope,
show them, that there really is hope,
for relief from a life of turmoil and despair,
together as one show them,
there are people who care.
By Waunita
This goes out to all the hungry, homeless children all over the world....
Together As One...
Day after day filled with,
hard work and no play,
little children around the world,
lay down to sleep
on the ground, hard as dried clay,
full of fright
wondering if they'll
even make it through the night.
Their little bodies malnourished and weak
because they have no food to eat,
no clean water to drink or socks
to keep warm their scarred up feet..
Epidemics of sickness and violence
is all that they know, many of them
have no where safe to go,
no teachers to teach or doctors to heal them,
nor help them grow.
Their parents and loved ones
from their lives, tragically tore
results of all the hatred and war.
So they live on the street,
war ravaged and sick,
children around the world,
this sort of life, they did not pick.
For them it was chose,
imagine going through life,
with out any clothes.
Naked and dirty,
with flies buzzing all around
your nose. Without enough strength
to swat them away. All over the world people pray
hoping that these problems will just go away.
That's not enough, as a matter of fact,
if people stopped hoping and started to act,
together as one, could teach them to cope,
show them, that there really is hope,
for relief from a life of turmoil and despair,
together as one show them,
there are people who care.
New Hampshire Writers Poetry
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