To Stand

Sometimes even the proud need help

We die of hunger
of illness and wanting.
Left alone to wither
mud covers our faces.
Small rivers of tears
defile our faces.
The children cry
for their mothers.
Parents cry out
to the lord.
Hair gets tangled
nails are cracked.
But still our pride is strong.
No matter how weak
we shall stand.
No matter how sick
we will try.
No matter the cost
we will stick together.

Reviews

[Dark Poetry]

Nice poem, a power of brotherhood.

[Trusting]

My favorite thing about this poem? EVERYTHING! :D
I love the thought of hurt, sick people stick together to survive. Great!

[Rhea752]

That is a powerful and inspiring poem i love the message. keep it up this is a great poem