Who will save us?
Who will save us from the bullets of poverty?
Who will stop this bleeding?
This blood that drips from our dry lips.
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I can understand the emotions involved in such a poem. Help must come from within. No one else will come to save.
How will they see that our tears are all we have left to dine with, when the fats of greed has blinded their eyes? ..... very nice poem voicing for the poor........ thank u for sending us such ideas so that we may become very conscious of the needs of the poor. thanku. tony