Begging, begging, will you please give me food? <br />Their eyes are big ovals, <br />their lips chapped, <br />they litter the street. <br /> <br />Poverty means destruction, <br />destruction means fear. <br />While we sit in our homes, <br />feeling so safe. <br />Do we ever wonder whats going on out there? <br /> <br />its not our concern, is it? <br />He's not our race, why should we care? <br />For one day, we might be the ones sitting out there.<br /><br />Suzanne HIll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poverty-77/
