For The...
My soul is injured, broken down and shattered
It’s just flat out destroyed
It’s defeated, crushed, cracked and smashed
For a single mother who’s unemployed
It’s out of order, broken down
It’s busted and defeated
For someone’s homeless starving son
Whose lonely eyes look scared and depleted.
For the father of his only son
Who was taken by a stray bullet
For the feign with no cares in the world
Except the pursuit of her next crack hit
For the wife of her first true love
To find out that he’s a cheater
For the young girl desperate for love and acceptance
Who lets her no good boyfriend beat her
For the little boy begging for food
Outside the grocery store
For the mom who’s working three jobs
That always wanted more.
For the innocent man who was set up
And being investigated for murder
For the abandoned infant, malnutrition
Who will never meet her real mother.
Then there’s the college graduate
Who never gets to use his degree
Then there’s racial discrimination
And worldwide poverty.
With so much loss throughout this world
What is there to gain?
Besides the angst of misfortune and despair
And the true understanding of pain.
So open your eyes and reach out
When you normally look away
And give someone a helping hand
To brighten up their day
You cannot base your judgment
Based upon a persons condition
You have to leave that up to god
And even he holds no conviction
Copyright © Deborah Tendrich | Year Posted 2007
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