Poverty

 

See,

the child.

He's
cupped to his
mother's breast.

They're empty.

Hoping to feed her babe,
her body can't give sustenance
when she hungers.

This is poverty,

exposed by her bleeding soul;
if only her heart was calloused,
then she wouldn't see the tears trail
down her child's face.

Do you care?

He's starving!

At times,
death would be kinder.

Reviews

[Susan S.]

Your statements are strong. I like that. But next time you may want to do just a little more research.

Good techniques.
Susan

[Rambling Prose]

Wow! A poignant write! You had me right there - An echoing write with a loud voice...

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

So sadly written. It hurts to know so many of Mother Earths people suffer from poverty, due to greed and war...and silver lined pockets. thank you for sharing. Debileah