Child of Wrath

Poem by: Mistress of Word Play

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I am one of many children who waits on a deserted street corner, close to where you live.

I am one of many children who waits

on a deserted street corner, close to where you live.

There is a hunger that never abates

wanting food, warmth anything else you could give.

I am one of many mothers who cries

my children are ill and cold snow now lies on the ground.

I endlessly ponder the how and the whys

of how cruel life is and simple charity is nowhere to be found.

I am one of the children of wrath

no one seems to really care whether I live or die.

I am a product of society's aftermath

another creation of this cruel world's greatest lie.

Submitted: March 09, 2010

Religion and Spirituality children poetry society anger people poverty starvation desolation

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Timeless Thought

A sad write and true as well. The feeling is there and the words were just right. Great job! Gary

Tue, March 9th, 2010 6:18pm

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Thank you honey! Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:15am

lily of the nile

You wrote the feeling of despair so well my dear friend. I must admit even as sad and trouble as it it you make it beautiful. Bless you Susan I know where your heart lies. The right place always. Lily

Tue, March 9th, 2010 6:59pm

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Hi Lily and thank you so much. I appreciate it. I just wish the world would care for its future a little better. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:10am

danielmiller

So sad but unfortunately true. So many children and adults who need help. With all which has happened the last few months, I mean the earthquakes, this will be a major problem the world will face. I can see where the anger comes in. Nice job.

Tue, March 9th, 2010 7:25pm

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Thank you my friend. I appreciate it. Yes my church sees to some of the needs, but it is small and has limited resources. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:08am

Donna Cavanagh

I always wonder what generation will see the end of hungry children. I wonder if it will ever be. So well written and with great feeling. Donna

Tue, March 9th, 2010 8:11pm

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Hi Donna and thank you. I agree on that one. Still there, still that hunger and then the anger. I cannot say as I blame then to grow angry at society's passive attitude. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:08am

MADNESS IN INK

Sad my friend. Really sad but beautifully written. I too want to see the end of children that have no food, shelter, education, and love. What a great world it would be. M

Tue, March 9th, 2010 10:24pm

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Hi M and thank you. Yes it is sad. So much that needs doing and not enough willing to do. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:19am

gloriasands

Tragic that this still happens in the world today. You did an amazing job it has those emotions I love so well.

Wed, March 10th, 2010 12:13am

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Hi Gloria and thank you. Yes it is sad. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:05am

angellynn

So tragic and so very true. You have captured the truth with this wonderful write my friend. Very well done.
Angellynn:)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 1:36am

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Hi Angellynn and thank you. Even as small as Paducah is we have the homeless here. Such a sad state for those to be hungry and homeless. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:03am

kYmizsofly

A W E S O M E! ~kYm

Wed, March 10th, 2010 5:36am

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Thank you kYm I appreciate the read and comment. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:17am

MyraSpears

This is so very sad but well written. Excellent as always.

Wed, March 10th, 2010 5:12pm

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Thank you my friend. I appreciate it. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 10:59am

momsangel1982

You always write the most beautiful poems about the most tragic things. I wish the world would learn that all need to have. We can do it if we try. You did great. Angie :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:49pm

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Thank you Angie! I wish so too my dear. :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 4:16pm

writing man

An excellent poem. Tragic there are those especially children who are homeless and starving. I can understand how it breeds a cerain animosity. You did a fine job expressing that in this poem.

Thu, March 11th, 2010 1:49am

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Thank you so very much. I live to see an end to the poor and those who need our love and care. Susan :)

Thu, March 11th, 2010 2:14pm

hollydar

A lovely poem that paints a picture of poverty that we sometimes miss and that exists on our own doorstep. When I climb into my lovely warm bed at night I always feel a twang of guilt and say a little prayers for those less fortunate than myself. This poem really tugs at the heart. Thank you Susan - beautifully written. Pat

Thu, March 11th, 2010 11:01pm

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Hi Pat and thank you. I just wish it were different. It would be good to see all the people of the world living as they should. No one needing anything. Susan :)

Thu, March 11th, 2010 3:18pm

chaddillingham

A tragic write that you wrote with beauty. I want for a day when this ends as well. We all need to do more to see it happens. Well done. Chad

Fri, March 12th, 2010 5:37pm

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Hi Chad and thank you. I am glad you liked it. One day I hope to see the world at peace and an end to hunger and despair. Susan :)

Fri, March 12th, 2010 11:12am

Chiqui

This is the other one i commented on, wonder what happened. never-the-less Susan this got my tears, so beautifull sad - a great write Susan - Hugs Chiqui

Fri, March 12th, 2010 9:06pm

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Hi Chiqui and thank you so much. You are just the best! {hugs} Susan

Sat, March 13th, 2010 11:26am

lily of the nile

I read several of the comments others left and cannot understand what is wrong with what you wrote. I see poor children everyday and see how they are treated by their peers. The adults are no exception. Pride does not feed children or people when they are hungry, nor does it provide shelter or warmth. Human caring is the solution. Awareness is need befor caring enters in. I personally love this poem. It came from a caring soul. Twaddle on strength and pride when aid is needed. Lily

Sun, March 14th, 2010 11:36pm

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Hi Lily and thank you. I was poor in my life as well. Charity and sympathy are hard pills to swallow. You are right about not feeding or housing you. I guess pride only goes so far. A shame to have too much pride, it is a sin. Pride goeth before a fall. Susan :)

Mon, March 15th, 2010 9:50pm

Graeme Montrose

A sad but beautiful heartcry. I have seen countless such children in my many years abroad, and countless here in the so called great westrn society! It is so sad that such can exist in this world.

Mon, March 22nd, 2010 2:29pm

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Hi my friend and thank you. I see them as well. My heart wants to just pull them close and show them the love they deserve. Several people I work with are foster parents. Working on Gary to go in that direction. I have to make sure he is up to it first. Susan :)

Mon, March 22nd, 2010 11:56am