...Little Hand...
Limp, tiny wrist,
A precious babe
Is softly kissed.
Eyes of pain,
Heart like stone,
Her treasured scrap
Of skin and bone.
Careless lives,
Appalling waste,
Daily food
Kids hardly taste.
Fashion shows -
Big money zone,
Catwalk babes..
Of skin and bone.
A sickness in
Our way of life,
Repulses, stinks,
Wounds like a knife.
Nations that have lost their way,
Starvation starts another day.
Beloved child
So softly kissed,
Is laid to rest
In mornings mist.
Parents grieve
With hearts like stone
Their cherished scrap
Of skin and bone.
Swaddled infant
Laid in sand,
Memorial to...
A Promised Land.
~Valerie~
Jane
Amor
Regis
David
Cheers!
Harry
Newfie hugs, Rose
LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
But if this is about America, then where has the America gone that we read about.
If it's about Africa's poor. Then debts must be written off, in the way that Great Britain has. (safe guards) If not, then love begins at home.
When I was last in America NY. I saw ex Nam soldiers outside the Central on 42nd. Once the sally army had told me who I was speaking to. I was amazed at NYers, spitting and ignoring, walking over these American Heroes. I was disgusted. Yup I did give the money to have them in a hotel for awhile. But I realised the gulf and culture difference betwixt two nations.
So how can such a child be murdered by a nations govt? America. Has it lost its back bone. Is the generation now degeneration?
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