There are people that are kept from food and water.
Their mouths dried up and emptiness fills their bellies.
Like the weeds, they will be gone sooner or later
With a life full of empty yet painful stories.
I heard them crying there in their life’s wilderness,
Raising up their hands so that they will be seen
By those who for luxury have spent their riches
And those who in their sorrow have something to lean.
Can you hear and see them? Can you feel what they feel?
These things are never fiction stories but are real.
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Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz
(March 18,2010; Mactan Airport)
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