Weeping Sobs
Compassion Poetry

Weeping sobs in shivering night darkness Little girl lies in bed hungry again In ghetto with mom and two brothers Endless days with too little to eat Hopeless plight with reality she lives As it has been for her entire seven years All she has known is extreme poverty Three small rooms in which they live.
She tries to nurture two younger brothers And they all feel love from their mom But love is mostly all she has to give While she goes out into daylight to beg For food, money or anything else Only trying to keep her children alive She long has never had enough to eat Sacrifices what she has for three children.
One of many families stuck in ghetto poverty Backside of thriving society filled with wealth Most live comfortably in their own homes With tables laden with plenty varieties of food Little thoughts ever given to poverty stricken Enjoying their own wealth and comfort Never knowing what hunger is Or bare existence under which many live.
Weeping sobs grow louder in winter Little girl’s family tries to sleep in cold No heat in small three-room abode Gas long ago turned off for heat and stove Chilled cold water from meager spigot Sometimes mom lies in bed with all three Heating shivering bodies with own heat. Barely existing in this depleted ghetto.
Too many forced to live this way Some others roam on the streets Or under bridges in fragile tents Compassion felt for all of these America can surely do better than this This not spirit we want to show world Or they way fellow citizens should live Weeping sobs in night shivering darkness.






