Somewhere I hear a baby cry
Sick and just waiting to die
Mommy's left her all alone
All hope of surviving gone
Tears of a precious baby girl
In a forgotten corner of the world
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A man sits on a cold hard floor
No one knocks on his front door
No ringing of the telephone
All trace of his family gone
His life and endless,useless whirl
In a forgotten corner of the world
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Children starving in the street
Mothers crying in defeat
People turning off their TV
Blocking out what they don't want to see
Haunted eyes with uncombed curls
In a forgotten corner of the world
Linda, it is good to see your work grace these pages again...I am glad to see you once more. This...like all your poetry carries with it, a heart of gold. This is a beautiful write.
Allen
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
You always have such a kind heart. I wish there were more people like you in this world.
~ May / Sandie ~
Allen
Your friend......Ron