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i see a hurting child, thin as paper and just as pale.
i smell the hunger in the air, as foul as rotting milk.
i taste the dirt of which these children eat, the empty satisfaction it brings.
I hear the cries of pain coming from each child, the sound so unbearable that we close our ears.
I feel their pain and emptiness, it hurts like a gash in my heart.
and no one will stop the pain. the hurt. the hunger.





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bluemagnet22 said...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 1:08 pm
Wow great poem with a great meaning
 
Tori G. replied...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 3:51 pm
thank you 8)
 
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