Forgotten Life Poem by John Leroy Maxwell
Forgotten Life
It is hard, this day, to conceive the plight
of the oppressed and the miserables
They lay helpless under the blazing heat
of poverty, and uncaring communities,
while their days dwindle, into the eve of
darkness and terror
They pray to be discovered and picked up
from their reckless endangermant
Patiently waiting their turn, for compassion,
from a friend, from a stranger, from Above,
from life
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4/24/2024 12:50:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sad write, but a good write at that.