angels

By , topeka, KS
Big and small
Round or flat
These kids are the creation of god
Rich or poor
They all want love
They dream of homes
Which we can provide
Were selfish people
Who don’t see threw those
Sweet brown eyes
Through those soft kind hearts
They ask for help
We think life is tough
But we have shoes and cloths
A place we call home
Running water
And a save environment
They walk bare foot
In hot sandy stone
They eat what they find
And sometimes die
They aren’t safe …
What they need ,we have.





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