A Face Of Depravity Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

Tortured skin and bones lay,
On the hot and dry walkway;
Passed by racing, blind feet,
It's truly another pitiful sight.

How long can the dying soul,
Survive to see another day?
Is the heart always closed,
To give affection and care?

Carry the gasping child,
Shield him from the heat;
Embrace and hold him tight,
Again the heart will fight.

The child on the pavement,
No longer feel the torment;
With full suppport and light,
He has a new lease on life.