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No 'less' no more
Small flies dance round expectantly
on parched young lips ‘cross broken teeth.
But there is nothing to be had;
no crumbs for this child to bequeath.
He sits alone on burning soil
as naked as nine years ago,
extended belly full of air -
no one to heed that small child’s woe.
Imploring eyes unanswered still,
he crawls along on abscessed legs
to where the dogs have left their scraps,
and sips upon rainwater dregs.
Until a stranger passes by
and clasps that waif unto His breast.
From that day on the child grows strong -
no worries now, for he’s been blessed.
I’m thankful for a place called home,
good food to eat, a flyswatter,
my new extended family.
I’m thankful I’m that child no more.
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Help save the children of Darfur.
Last edited by Terence; 11-26-2007 at 06:09 PM.
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