Alone they walk along the dusty street,
no shelter to shield their wounded feet.
Their tummy rumbles as starvation cry's,
they cry for shelter to rest their eyes.
A cardboard manger awaits their fate,
they rest awhile because time got late.
For these children with no fixed abode.
When will we help them lighten their load?
Author notes
Picture credit: Chick Harrity Photographer 1973- Tran Thi
A contest entry
- - Bare Bottom and Boxed - by Desire.
700 points, ended September 6, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: Delicate causway
This piece tugged hard at Spirit and while I was reading which I do several times~ Images come to me in many forms~ while taking in Your words: ...cry for shelter When I read this- images of homeless individuals filled my Mind- I was reminded of those who made cardboard homes next to abandoned buildings- used garbage bags to shelter from the rain~ the homeless were under the age of 18~ parents either died or disowned these children Sad situation~ The last line gives much to think about- fortunately for this particular incidence- American soldiers did rescue- and hopefully for those who still sleep on the streets-they too will be rescued However this to be interpreted
Whether metaphor or symbolism
Hopefully the above comment makes some sense~
Powerful take on the prompt ~
Excellent images & message You have brought forth
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Voice!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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"Cardboard manger"...Wow.....this is quite the write! Another excellent submission for this contest! Good luck!
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How sad
I was so moved by your words hun
they touched me so much and that image ..
A cardboard manger awaits their fate,
that alone hit hard
Best wishes to you
Julie
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