Flickering screen-filled adds
Begging donations
To help ease a bad
Start in life.............
The nation's
Concern besets
Our eyes daily.
Pitiful cases,
Left alone..............
Deprived.
Beseeching small faces
Haunt our dreams,
Armoured..............
With such weary gazes.
Their eyes speak
Dramas................
Of lonely
Unloved lives.
Painfilled and neglected,
Their dulled hearts
Revive...........
Each hurt.
Which affects
Any future ahead.
Left in a timeless zone,
Feelingless..........
Thumbs red
From sucking,
Clutch only........
Some solitary bed.
Will rejection follow
These children,
Who...........
Prone
To expect hollow
Existence......
Do not know
Life.........
Can be fun?
Can no more
Be done...........
For such dire
Deprivation?
Those faces that greet us, every night on the box the dying, the hungry and those who have lost they make us ashamed, of the life that we lead shed a shilling but only! for i deplore greed
There is always something more can be done...powerful write Fay...Fi 10++++
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Touching and clever write, dear Fay...life is not always fair, right? I'm glad you can see it and I know you care. Thank you for sharing this. :) xoxo