James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Dramatic Monologue

B LESSENED-

"Whose the little child?
 His eyes are red
 from all the tears he shed, 
He has no more tears left, 
Mother Father dead
No, B lessened 
Homeless, no known relatives
No where to call home
A fugitive cast away
Where's the village 
The Government's too busy
He B lessened 
Dodging the elements, the gangs
 infiltration nature
He is saddened and grieved 
Because he's abandoned,
 no one here has an ear to hear.  
We B lessened 
For not one of us
Picks him up
His feet are shoeless. in his mouth.
 He has nothing to chew less 
Nothing to drink, he is beyond homeless 
And impoverished woe.  
What a situation should not be
B less, be less
In this circumstance. 
There should not be no stipulation to be deprived minimum subsistence, free 
Clean air to breathe
 Free sunlight, free shelter.
He B less
Temporarily caught in circumstance
 Where is his hope? 
Where is his parents? I digress, 
He has nothing left but the tattered 
Clothing on his vessel, 
Why must this alone shall  
Where's the village, the more 
Those whom will aee that this little
child matters
Humanity must learn this wholly-Holy lessen, what are more and not B lessened."

4/10/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026

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