Who Gets The Money? Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

I seem to be born with an inner radar
Strangely sharp against dishonesty
When things don't seem to be what they are
The mental nose smells something fishy.

This tragic video 'bout a black boy running
For his very life as the story would say
Was meant to arouse sympathetic feelings
For generous donations to come their way.

While the cause may be valid, assuming -
I have my doubts as to where it was shot
The 'boy' portrayed seems English speaking
From that far away place, he may be not.

Mushroom foundations come up here and there
They will pull at your frail heartstrings
But verify the Truth and always beware
Some get the money but the victims keep dying.






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'Before you invest, investigate.'