Real

Children born in poverty

die with their stomachs empty

their hearts never knowing real love

 

They live in burning heat

or freezing cold

their bodies never knowing real shelter

 

Many born in distant towns

far from anyone or anything

their minds never knowing real education

 

Big shots in expensive cars

with money dripping through

their thoughts never making them real

Reviews

[Jd Young]

A short and powerful piece. Two separate situations yet connected by a bond in so many ways. It makes me wonder how people can live their lives not knowing that children in other countries are dying every single day. It's a world that makes me sad nonetheless. Perhaps their will come a day when everything will change and the world hunger will finally be cured. Wishfull thinking is all I can really see to have for now.

Great piece. It's amazing how we can write so much but never get any reviews. I'll definitely be reading more of your work.