poverty

January 28, 2011
a baby cries,
and a mother's tear fall from her eyes,
thrown in the trash,
how can she sleep?
a boy grows up on the streets,
everyone who looks out for him,
now rots in jail,
for trying to get outa this hell!
he grows up without a father,
and they know how that is,
a better life for him,
he can truly live.
a single mother works two jobs,
all on her own,
with her kids at home,
she still waits in that long line,
for the welfare check,
yet our government doesn't care less,
so i ask you Mr.President,
do you dare ask,
what survival is,
or what it's like,
to have a community family?





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