The Teaching HospitalA Poem by J.P.O.etWalking down the corridor, take a look inside death's cruelest door A little girl of nine years, no more Sunken skin, skull void of hair Yet she smiles, it's true and clear just happy for the visitor Elsewhere up just one floor those who lived life moan and groan with attitudes that are poor A child is protected by innocence, there is laughter, singing here where they all believe in a chance But I hear the nurses that so care talking of a circumstance, of budget cuts to this program The children aim for normalcy, so they have school right here in Ward C but things are tight, they'll have to see They want to cut not half but eighty percent of sick childrens' ability to be educated?!
The body dies, not the mind it was the first program of it's kind Teach the children, don't let them fall behind for they damn well will stay alive Yet a politician will let this fly, if noone steps up and asks him why? I ASK YOU WHY? This is not a monetary decision, this is about morality and compassion Things our leaders and this world are severely lacking There is a time in early evening shortly before the day is ending The corridor is alive with singing hush-a-byes, starlit skies and lullabyes The quality of their lives rests in the hands of campaign LIES! Sleep well my friends, for we've been led .............................................. to bed.
© 2008 J.P.O.etAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on March 8, 2008 Last Updated on March 9, 2008 AuthorJ.P.O.etRIAboutI am 30 years old from the Ocean State Seeking to learn and share and have constructive, creative discourse with others who have opinions and ideas. I believe in a theory of evolution which is cente.. more..Writing
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