The pictures keep flashing inside my head
Images of children with brown leathery skin
The grimy, moist tears that they shed
Make sympathetic tears roll down to my chin
Their playground's the trash that is thrown
in a river
Filled with yesterday's putrid raw sewage
Their only hope is some generous giver
Who might be able to help with some of the damage
Images of children with brown leathery skin
The grimy, moist tears that they shed
Make sympathetic tears roll down to my chin
Their playground's the trash that is thrown
in a river
Filled with yesterday's putrid raw sewage
Their only hope is some generous giver
Who might be able to help with some of the damage
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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