Treasure Island

Bethany Williams

(10-11-1992)

Hunger


people are dying
looking for food
having no money
no food
families are struggling
to keep their babies safe

parents dying
the eldest child
has to take care of
younger brothers and sisters
getting whatever type of
food to their sbiliblings
and growing hungyer
because they are giving
up their food for their sbilings

wanting their parents everyday
because they miss them so much

Submitted: Saturday, May 22, 2010
Edited: Saturday, July 03, 2010

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  • Is It Poetry (5/22/2010 7:45:00 PM)

    Because they from whom
    and you think
    from their everyday
    and we want
    yes, they the parent,
    letting they from whom
    none escape
    those to many days that is broken.....iip (Report) Reply

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