Hope Beneath Their Feet

April 16, 2010
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Poverty is all they know,
clouds of smog slowly drift by,
carrying along thoughts of others.

It is out of their grasp to have ambitions,
it is out of their grasp to have dreams.

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Joe B. said...
May 6, 2010 at 9:24 pm
short and profound. very nice, though short. was this your intention? i'm just curious. this is one of those poems a relief charity might use, you shoudl send it to them
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