The Forgotten Poem by Dianna Nally

Yesterday I took a walk, along the streets of poor
There were broken bottles next to the sick and hungry
who were trying to hide from the cold.
In cardboard boxes with newspaper blankets
and nothing to protect them at all.
And among them was the sad sorry site
of the young and the old.



I'm sorry if there are other countries in need.
But I believe we should take care of our own.
Use that money for food, clothing and shoes
And for finding our homeless a home.
How can we say that we're doing our best
if crack babies are still being born?
Mothers are selling their bodies, and
sometimes their babies, Just so they can make another score.

If we can't take care of our own, who eat from the trash
Then how can we provide for others?
Children are starving and dying each day
So don't judge them for how they live
They are our children, our fathers, and our mothers.





THEY ARE THE FORGOTTEN

Dianna Nally