CHANGE
Thinking of the children
What do we think about?
Their dark, starry roof?
The torn rusty plates?
They can't see change
The broken voice,
It smiles.
We don't see the pain,
For we are blind
This needs to change
The pitter-patter of shoeless feet
We look down at you
Skinny-boned children
Searching for a solution
They don't find change
Weeps of the homeless,
Clinging of the pennies in their cup.
Asking for shelter,
Change.
But no change is given
Sounds of guns and of wars
The feel of death and sadness
With no sign of change
Maybe
Just maybe we could change!
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I have gone through a lot in life but I never look back at what I left behind I just push for what I will receive. I am a incoming college freshman playing softball on a scholarship. Been blessed
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