when we look for our next dozen sweaters,
there are thousands have no even one.
wrap themselves in rags that are dirty,
lie on the sides hearing heavy sounds.
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Leaves my heart heavy that some only know of life's grave misfortune. Your poem, well laid out, leaves me with deep thoughts.
this is really a good poem...i like it....i am waiting for more...please read my new poem..'how did they dare to kill.......? '
When the mid night parties irritate us, (When rich with hot parties...) When the crying of babies tortures us,
Thank you for this wonderful poem. Nonchalant posture to the downtrodden is the evil human being is facing. That's while I wrote: I want Be A Lifeline. Pls read it