Pennies You see these little creatures, They mean a lot, They for you are only copper shingles-but for me they can change the world, My eyes don't need to be photgraphed, Neither do they need to be upon the front covers of magazines and newspapers, they might be mortally inspired from the eyes of those, Immoral souls you see on the run-ways of Paris, and Milan, but they definetly are not soulless eyes, the stars up above at night, and the sun at day remian a witness to the, brutality I day in and day out face, I put out my three year old hand out, As one by one pennies drop, I cannot die so I starve, My stomach becomes a ballon and my eyes a reason to live, perhaps without!! Someone will up there one day, hear my pleas and wails for help, I believe, this even though others who, have had the same fate and worse have perished, into the deadly face of crime, I have been the scape-goat for two war torn nations, the fight between humanity and hunger, the fight for dignity and self-respect, the fight to be a woman in a veil of death, The sound of guns rings in my ears night and day, My friends and family have bled to death, By this wasteful war of madness, Leading to nothing except calamity, And it is miserly to think that all we fight over, is this damn piece of land that was, here to bring us together in the first place!! Pennies are what I live on and work for now, I cannot afford to die so I live on, And such a youthful spirit and vibrancy, and spirit glows from within me, I can almost see the trinity, My eyes have questioned the meaning of life to this day, what would it like to be dead, now I say!!
Reason for writing:
Because of all the violence in the Middle-East
and specially because of the plight of the innocent young war torn victims there, (which is an inspiration) for this poem, I thought it would be good if I could just describe in a few words the feelings which the War-Torn scenes they arouse in my heart.
Even if humanity cannot pay it's debt to the millions
who suffer to this day, itwould be a real shame to not report the plight of the innocent victims.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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