041611l Empty Hands Poem by Manonton Dalan
041611l Empty Hands
barefoot trudging cobblestone
tattered clothes they have own
growling beneath belly button
been there enough, but long
so brave to extend their hands
to beg for anything under sun
i can read those palms dirty
in my mind it's really empty
to fill up now; just temporary
few change would do today
for next rising sun is another
not always answered by prayer
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