THE FORGOTTEN

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    THE FORGOTTEN

    Yesterday I took a walk, along the streets of poor
    There were broken bottles next to the sick and hungry
    who were trying to hide from the cold.
    In cardboard boxes with newspaper blankets
    and nothing to protect them at all.
    And among them was the sad sorry site
    of the young and the old.



    I'm sorry if there are other countries in need.
    But I believe we should take care of our own.
    Use that money for food, clothing and shoes
    And for finding our homeless a home.
    How can we say that we're doing our best
    if crack babies are still being born?
    Mothers are selling their bodies, and
    sometimes their babies,Just so they can make another score.

    If we can't take care of our own, who eat from the trash
    Then how can we provide for others?
    Children are starving and dying each day
    So don't judge them for how they live
    They are our children, our fathers, and our Mother's



    THEY ARE THE FORGOTTEN

    Dianna Nally

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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