... being poor, like being killed over and over; dying a slow death each and ev'ry day. Buried under regulations that help illegals and don't include those who really need it. Try living on nothing; people could starve and no one would come to the funeral. When you're poor, they leave you to rot in Potter's field with no headstone to mark your place: one of the forgotten.
Karla, I don't even want to get started on my thoughts on what they are alllowing with ILLEGALS. Potters field is such a lonesome place. Dank and empty, cept for the the last hopes and dreams that never hand a hand held out to them. I truly love this poem because in short, it's a sad reality that even sadder, never has to be. Nice writing.
Its a very sad trueism . Many are lost and forgotten as they try to eek out money from small incomes to survive.. This is America home of the free and the brave, land of opportunity! Some where along the way our country changed. So much has been lost ! The poor, elderly, vetrans, handicapped,homeless and those with low income have been swept under the rug . No one knows what its really like , till they have been there!. GREAT WRITE........M
Karla, this has touched me so, our country has too many American's living without. I often say, "There's so many in our country starving and no one is doing a thing about it,"...people look at me like I'm crazy. They haven't been to the areas in our Country that suffer every day without enough food to eat or clothes on their backs. Go to the Applachian areas, areas in Kentucky, and many other areas of the Country and you'll find poverty...plenty of it! I hope someone will read your poem and do something about it. God Bless You.
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Reviewed on June 20, 2007
I can respect this poem very much, my mother and father were handicap
my father was born blind he worked for years at the lighthouse for the blind in dallas tx he made 25cts. an hour let me tell you living with a sick mother and a blind father was very hard. We my brothers and sisters and I ended up in a childrens home in Waxachie tx and lived there for years I lived there for 11 years. I know what it is to go to bed hungry. I love the book from poters field I saw this poem and thats why I had to read this. You dod a wonderful job and hello from near waco lol I am in your town to eat at ponchos now and then lol. this ia great poem. If you would like to read some of mine I am a poet at thestarlitecafe.com look for Starwest76645. I write allot about my mom and dad. my child hood and life. this is a great poem. love **STAR
Your circumstances give you the insight to write powerful rants that show what is lacking in our world. Though you get the barest needs met, it is barely enough to survive on.Churches are mostly silent these days too, when it comes to helping. Compassion where art thou...
Try living on NOTHING as I wait for my disability to be approved. GRRR! I just thank GOD we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. We could be on the street; it's only by the grace of God that we're not. Still, it isn't easy, and you have expressed that well in this powerful, hardhitting rant. Sad when the richest nation in the world won't help its neediest citizens yet they are willing to help lawbreakers who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Soemthing is most definitely wrong here! Very well done; brava! Maybe one of these days someone will wake up and see what they are doing; God help us!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
So often this is how it goes, too often, BUT... remember this always Karla, "he who is first shall be last, and he who is last shall be first" hold that dear, I do and have done for the longest time, and this has helped me to stand fast.
Love n hugs to you
God bless you
Ch'erie
... being poor, like being killed
over and over;
dying a slow death each and
ev'ry day.
Alas, and the rich, grow ever richer. There used to be the poor, the middle class, and the rich in this country. But now, I think the middle class has almost become extinct. One is either poor or rich these days, and there ain't much in between.
Karla,
This IS a good poem of ranting, and you point is well taken. No one really cares any more. Oh, there are a few with a heart, but not all that many. Thanks for this write. Enjoyed immensely.
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Walt
my father was born blind he worked for years at the lighthouse for the blind in dallas tx he made 25cts. an hour let me tell you living with a sick mother and a blind father was very hard. We my brothers and sisters and I ended up in a childrens home in Waxachie tx and lived there for years I lived there for 11 years. I know what it is to go to bed hungry. I love the book from poters field I saw this poem and thats why I had to read this. You dod a wonderful job and hello from near waco lol I am in your town to eat at ponchos now and then lol. this ia great poem. If you would like to read some of mine I am a poet at thestarlitecafe.com look for Starwest76645. I write allot about my mom and dad. my child hood and life. this is a great poem. love **STAR
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Michelle~
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Try living on NOTHING as I wait for my disability to be approved. GRRR! I just thank GOD we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. We could be on the street; it's only by the grace of God that we're not. Still, it isn't easy, and you have expressed that well in this powerful, hardhitting rant. Sad when the richest nation in the world won't help its neediest citizens yet they are willing to help lawbreakers who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Soemthing is most definitely wrong here! Very well done; brava! Maybe one of these days someone will wake up and see what they are doing; God help us!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
A rant of carelessness and ignorance at the expense of a possible opportunity here on earth...
Enjoyed this one...
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Kimmy~
Love n hugs to you
God bless you
Ch'erie
over and over;
dying a slow death each and
ev'ry day.
Alas, and the rich, grow ever richer. There used to be the poor, the middle class, and the rich in this country. But now, I think the middle class has almost become extinct. One is either poor or rich these days, and there ain't much in between.
This IS a good poem of ranting, and you point is well taken. No one really cares any more. Oh, there are a few with a heart, but not all that many. Thanks for this write. Enjoyed immensely.
George