Christina McCarthy <XXXXCrystalsXXXX>

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Calcutta Poem971 dni temu
 

I dreamed last night of a different place,
With tears of sadness upon each face.
I closed my eyes and began to see,
A little girl like you or me.
Unwanted, unloved, lonely and sad,
No food, no shelter, no mom, no dad.

I dreamed of this girl lying on the ground,
Living in this world, but nowhere to be found.
Nothing to acknowledge this girl was alive,
And no one to acknowledge its their fault, she wont survive.

I dreamed of this girl wanting to be,
to be cherished,to be safe, and to be set free.
Free from torture, free from pain,
Free from living in an open drain.

I dreamed of this girl wishing someday,
She'd be a child that could laugh and play.
I dreamed that her worries were of dolls and toys,
And not the hunger of innocent girls and boys.

In my dream I lay and thought,
Of the battle for life that little girl fought.
But the next morning I woke guilt free,
For it was only in my dreams, and not in my reality.

And just like the rest I'll turn a blind eye,
And forget about the little girl, who will starve and die.
I'll say nothing and nothing will be said,
And I'll dream of other things when I lie in bed
 opublikowane przez Christina McCarthy 

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