Tepid glances search the night
same old story a thousand times.
Weathered faces, toothless grins
walking wounded, everyone's kin.
Campfires burn with putrid glee
outcasts dance at night unseen.
Cardboard boxes fill a need
rivers beckon, who will see?
Children ask not to be born
not a one should be forlorn.
We are one...the human race
don't forget, from whence you came.
The greatest nation on this earth
is donation, so no one hurts...
Love Tinka
Carmen :-)