poor, sad little child girl sitting against the concrete wall

Fend off the cold with

   a small, sparse cloth

over shoulders thin and

  frail.

     Wind tugs and pulls

       with no heed for

poverty or pain.

       A dirty and ripped

  Raggedy-Ann lies

     betrayed; bereft of

 a child’s love next

to a sewer drain.

    And the sirens never

stop.

A brief visit made

 all too real…

 

by

Rod C. Stryker

This is an older poem. For many families, poverty is stark and unforgiving. I post this piece in the hopes that more attention is placed on ending poverty around the world.

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