Abandoned Children

I’m residing in a third world country,

where poverty is displayed, for all to be seen.

Little children plead for their daily bread,

in unwashed bodies, their clothes unclean.

*

Where are the parents, of the vulnerable,

who live outside in the scorching sun?

Aren’t children supposed to be in school,

learning the four R’s and having fun?

*

Skyscrapers like snobs, look down on filth,

a fancy mall built, next to a large slum.

Absence of compassion, for poor families,

the bourgeoisie hides behind vodka and rum.

*

I’m fed up with the broken cycle of life,

a gaping wound for which there’s no help.

By the day’s end, my patience runs thin,

my eyes glare at the moon and yelp.

*

How disappointed God must be in humanity.

as He gazes down from his home in heaven.

While, the UN waves the white flag of defeat,

at a population in billions, over seven?

***

Image: http://theasianpost.co.uk

#hunger #kids #food #Asia #Africa #life #politics #protest #abuse #travel

Poem by David Andre Davison

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