Trampled by the World

Horrors happen; yet the world keeps spinning. Never impacted, or so it seems.

Trampled by the World

World spins

Not waiting for anything or anybody

The homeless,

Full of stories; nobody to tell

Clothes nothing other than shreds

Given disgusted looks as they fight their way through the dumpsters

Teens addicted to drugs; lying upon the ground

Hopes and dreams abandoned

Nothing to enlighten their shadowed souls

Nobody stopping to hold them in their arms; just left to suffer

A little girl cries; alone

Buried under her sheets; tears pooling on her mattress

Her tears dry on her cheeks; her face a salty white mask

The girl’s thoughts of death being an easy way to go

Won’t somebody lift her from the dark?

A little boy falls; his hands marked and scratched

He cleans them himself; only as good as a child could

They infect and cause him pain; just because nobody cared

Just as his hurt hands were never cared for so is his heart

A single mother cries after the disappearance of her husband

Her stomach churns as she wants to be in his arms, kissing his lips

Yet he never returns; she’s alone

Having to fight her way through the pain, while being a mother to her little kids

A young man; chasing after the girl of his dreams

Makes a bad decision; harming her

And so he spends his life looking through the bars in a jail

His cell dusty, not a spark of happiness

He sits with his head in his hands

Sorry for what he’s done, but never given a second chance

A young woman; not much more than a girl

Lied to; works the streets

Her eyes painted with dark makeup; her clothes barely giving her any privacy

Lonely and cold; feeling like there’s no return

Somebody show her the path!

Children starving

Stomachs contorted in pain

Nobody can seem to come up with the money; yet they have it in a wallet

A teenage boy

Forgotten by his family

Cuts his wrists, his arms stained in blood

His mind confused; nobody there to straighten it out

An infant cries out

Not more than a month old

Wondering where its beloved mother and father went

Honey, they’re not coming back

Horrors strike the world; yet the world keeps spinning

Never impacted, or so it seems.

Nice view on the world

Jan 31, 2011

• Seen The World For What It's Worth
• Trampled by the World

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Feb 2, 2011

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• Trampled by the World

Author's Note

Please review.
Some tunes to go with the poem,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSjfkwvOOAM&feature=related

Reviews

[Gone]

These things are so true and I have winessed many of them. I have also seen people in a shanti town worshiping God with great joy and sincerity and rich wealthy socialites with severe depression so throwing money at the problems is not always the answer. Even Jesus recognised that the poor would always be with us.

However He also made it clear that when we see the need and have the resources that we will be accountable before God if we refuse to help. This is another good poem on a worthy subject PoetGirl. Well done

[Jonathan De Elvira]

This sounds like your previous poem I read only in more details, this time the image is more clear and I can sense the messy and hellish environment after the war..

[HopelesslyDevoted]

:( this is a great poem, but reading things on this subject really frustrates and depresses me..... feels like we are helpless to do anything about it.

[Coyote Poetry]

USA can spend 1.2 trillion on war. But food and shelter is not so important. Education takes cut backs. We live in a world where one million a month die from hunger and HIV in Africa. Few care for the pain not in their view. Your poem is powerful and true. Happening often in the USA too. We need to change our priorities or old world will get into a worst mess. A excellent poem. Great description and truth.
Coyote

[*skittlez*]

this is sad but it is very good. Ithink this is the best one yet

[Kate Hunter]

terribly sad. The poem is great. Good job.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

What a strong poem! This tells a story of todays life in some third world countries. Man, you know what your talking about and what you support. Excellent poem.