Life's Plight

June 16, 2012
By swiftheart GOLD, Houston, Texas
swiftheart GOLD, Houston, Texas
17 articles 5 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If someone were to pay you 10 cents for every kind word you ever spoke and collect 5 cents for every unkind word, would you be rich or poor?"


Desolate cries now sync with the rising sun.
A mothers hand clasp around a dying son.
With teary eyes and a dying hope, she begs and plea for a helping hand.
Passersby consumed with pity,
yet strangers to action.

Savage cries, now a birds morning call.
Piercing arrows fall upon a savage land consumed in division for eternity to come.
An eye for an eye, the law of the land,
Tears with brutality all traces of civility.

Hungers cries blinding the moons ray,
Shaving away all things beautiful in nature.
A child's hunger is met with empty bowls,
A bowl soon to be his only companion.
A mothers tears, falling gently to the grounds,
her helplessness greeted with life's thirst for plights.

Engulfed in pain, I reached my hands to help,
Only to be beaten back by forces unknown.
A mothers cry, A boys last breathe, a child's hunger, a mothers desperation,
All filling my head with haunting dreams.
Rupturing my soul from beneath.
I let out a cry in the form of a poem, hoping to be heard and calling for aid.
Aid against Life's Plight.


The author's comments:
Life is filled with pain and suffering. Inequality that tears to shreds societies core. We can no longer afford to be silent, it is time our voice be heard. Voices of billions calling for your aid. Whether you help or not is up to you. My job is complete, it is now time to take action!

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