Look down where those battered shoes lay
Ruined remains of a life, now rotting on the rubbish heap
They once ran down muddy paths
In and out of makeshift huts and houses
And now they lay, abandoned.
Tattered and torn.
Look down where that battered dress lay
Ruined remains of a life, now rotting on the rubbish heap
It once danced on a concrete platform
In and out of many laughing children
In and out of many laughing children
And now it lays, abandoned.
Tattered and torn.
Look down at where that body lay
Shameless excuse of life, on the rotting rubbish heap
She scavenged this place for something to sell
In and out of toxic rivers
And now she sleeps here, abandoned.
Hope tattered and torn.
Look down at the house where that baby lay
A new life, where poverty reigns
He will live and die in this place
Just like so many before him.
Innocent now, as he lays, new born.
In muddy rags, tattered and torn.
2 comments:
u r such a lyricist and u do poetry some justice. Most importantly, u seem to resonate with Godly concern. Was jus stalkin u but i like this. God bless!
wow ami! u have such a passion and heartfelt sorrow in ur writing- i'm blown away by the reality of this- agreeing with s.a.g.e on this- poetry from the heart- ur gonna make me cry, but i guess thats kinda the point, huh?
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