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No Shoes On
 Written By: Famekia Dingle


Sun rays shinning down, can’t believe what is found.
Tucked away in a corner so nice, calling for help twice then thrice.

People passing on the street, never even noticing who they meet.
Right there by your feet, a child asking for something to eat.

No one listens, no one hears. 
The call of a neglected child eyes full of tears.

Then the rain begins to fall, the worn little body curled into a ball.
Wishing for a little love, for someone to give a little grub.

As the rain gets even harder, it seems as if the pains grow stronger.
Know tearing at stomach lining, a little voice says come on with perfect timing.

Calming the hunger of the belly, the voice has a perfect setting.
Ready to trap, anxious to win, taking all innocence within.

How many passed and wouldn’t stop
How many wouldn’t even flag down a cop.

Now it’s too late, to far gone is the child with no shoes on

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