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"Tears In The Dust"A tear falls from the tiny eyes A body full of woe A heart that lingers and defies Disease and hunger so. A face that maps what it endures Of sadness and of pain Of little hope as it procures Each breath of little gain. Disease and sickness all about Dead bodies laying near A fate that surely shows no doubt Of anguish and of fear. For these poor souls accept their lot They never question why A savage pride is all they've got And so they wait to die. The eyes of pain and hurt describe A devastating land A simple, poor and wasting tribe Of sorrow in God's hand. We sit and watch these people cry We drink and eat and waste. And dread that they must surely die We turn our backs in haste. As we release a little sigh We wish them better days But know within that they will die No help to change their ways And still remains a poor country Of trouble and of strife A people bound by laws that see A daily loss of life. We cannot know what they must feel As they struggle to survive Each day of agony, for them, is real For each to stay alive. God Bless these people in their roles May hearts that ache, be still And in His mercy may these souls Find peace within His will. And as the tear rolls down the face May God deal with them first This sad neglected human race Whose tears quench their great thirst. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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