Through streets of pavement grey, among the city hustle
she and her sick brother slowly shuffle
Tapping at car windows, looking through the glass
Coins dropped near their feet or tossed to their path
Faces pass, ignoring the wolfish eyes of hunger
She hunts around, a meal for her brother.
But alas! The day is done and the sun begins to set
Hand in hand they trudge in the rain, slippery and wet
Through and alley awaits a home made of board
That is their life, that is all they can afford.
They pull out the loaf of bread she wishes they had bought
The Baker had run behind, but she was not caught
They eat in silence, no words need to be spoken
Silence has a sound, yet it seems to be broken.
Together in a huddle they get ready to sleep
She could not, it was cold, all she could do was weep
She hears her brother asleep softly breathing
She closes her eyes, let it be soothing.
May tomorrow be a blessed day
Every scrap of bread, let it come our way
Pray for the sun,birds and blue sky,they say
Pangs of hunger for them are far away
Day after day, night after night
This is her prayer, to live and to fight.
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I really love this poetry. Containing the power of strength and faithfulness are better than other stuffs. I could relate this story for several families out there.
It really caught my attention 'cause the idea of yours was from a real-life situation. This kind of story will teach many to be contented and know that they're lucky. There are many people on the streets who are starving to death. They're doing everything, especially the grown-ups to help themselves and others to live. Many writers wrote about poverty, and you're one of them. You should be proud of yourself because this is a good work.
This kind of poem teaches us on how to live for our lives. It teaches us on how to live by faith. Our God is living. He's love endures forever therefore, He will provide. It doesn't matter on how rich or poor you are. The important thing is that we believe in Him, that He will guide us through and will be our Father forever. He's always on our side. For those people who are tired, dying, they're the ones stronger than us. Living a life that's full of sickness and pain like theirs is not easy but, the love that they're feeling right now, the strength that they're using, the faith, it's from God. Poverty? Break it! We have Him. Always remember, God is love.
-strwbrryyy
Hi YumnaAzeez,
This is a really deep piece and I really enjoyed reading it! The rhyming is quite subtle and I thought that it made the poem flow very nicely. The theme is deep and really gets people thinking, especially because the part about the people ignoring them when they are hungry. It really gets us thinking about humanity.
I think you are missing a few periods at the end of a couple lines but other than that I thought it was very well written. This is a very good example of 'showing not telling'. Good job!
-Girl Online All the Time
thanks. i appreciate it