A Tear Shed For Child I Never Knew
A drop falls into her hands
Brown from the dirt around her eyes
She aches
Her skin pulled taught over her bones
She cries
Her tiny voice never reaching above the crowd
She sits
Her frame unable to support the burden of her existence
She dies
Her hunger overcomes her determination
A drop falls into my hands
A tear shed for a child I never knew
I ache
Knowing I could have done something to help
I cry
Knowing she deserved more
I stand
Knowing the time to act is now
I live
Knowing things must change
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