How can you let things be:
This picture of mine you see
You say, "Isn't she pretty!
"But an orphan, oh pity!"
You do nothing to help me.
What good is your sympathy?
Do you offer charity
To kids orphaned just like me?
Do you raise your voice for peace
or this violence try to cease?
Do you get down on your knees,
at least, and pray for my ease?
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
