Indigent, poverty-stricken
Begging for alms,
Now their survival technique
They cry out for help
Not their fault, deprived
Of their homes
Reach out to them
Emotionally detached,
Sad, loneliness has overridden joy
Living in an environment
With fierce combart
They’ve been hurt, deprived
Of the pleasures they deserve
Reach out to them.
Abused, battered,
The wicked has shown them hostility
Fear has crippled into them
They hide amongst the crowd
They can’t cry out, deprived
Of freedom they deserve
Reach out to them.
Dying of ill-health
From an ailment with no cure
A bad omen for them
Negativity has crawled into them
They are upset, deprived
Of help from those that can offer
Reach out to them.
A touching poem 🙂
Please help me reach out to them.
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O dear.. this is so touching!
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Thank you. Definitely do and will continue to reach out😊
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😊😊
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Very nice!
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Thanks😊
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really touching 🙂
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😊😊
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Beautiful work and so inspiring!
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Thank you so much Tanya.
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wow good work. keep up
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Thanks.
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