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Missing
A transit stands at fifth and Main
Dressed in shabbiness- he stinks and is stained
To passers-by he offers a sign
Disabled American Vet- reads a proud cry
On a kitchen floor a battered wife sits
Her nose bleeds- it just won’t quit
As her husband madly flies out the back door
She blames herself ever the more
As he walks his dog- he reads the poster sign
A little girl is missing- have you seen mine
Another statistic of worldly lustful crime
Perhaps he will see her on a porn five & dime
When viewed from a distance tragedies seem remote
No Compassion is needed-not even hope
We greet one another not by our kissing
We wallow our life in what is truly missing
3/9/12
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