I see her sat there,
The little girl, she has nothing,
Not even proper clothes on her back,
Nor shoes on her feet.
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We've all passed by on the other side of the street and felt the same guilt. A poignant monologue, Stephen.
awww mate....i like the way you write about social issues, theyre rly moral poems that should make people think about how lucky they are. nearly made me cry: (nice one! : D ness xx