The Children Eating Grass
Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child that is suffering or very ill and extremely sick.
We ask often comfortably what often makes the wealthy tick...
As We read on The Internet that there are Children out there just wanting Bread.
The Children eating grass in an Article was just as this is read...
My Heart torn open,wrenched,and burning with anguish inside.
My Own Home hem less,poor,and uncomfortably We reside...
Wishing We could just reach threw a T.V. Set to give a hand...
Just to pass Our Dinner to a child in a taunted hemmed Land.
My passion so large,words so strong,and My Pocket very small.
Never standing in the right position in Life to answer as Children call.
There are Children in Our World that are just eating grass.
Under seemly so by My feelings of disrepair as I pass My Own gas...
This stench of Many Self willed that preform as Our stanza has not grasped.
To reach for You now is more then an unbearable weep comprehend.
A World filling up with Starvation and Our Children in it left to descend.
To reach You now is an unwearable decision not yet made.
The Children Eating Grass just wore Me thin and They paid.
Sometime wishing I could just rob and empty an entire vault.
That Decision would cost Me greatly so I resort to prayer that will never fault.
To Be trusted with just This Message where I sit and grieve.
When Encounters of Love yet to occur and never to beckon Evil that is deceived.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-29-2014