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Forlorn Faces

Forlorn Faces 6-8-2016 A stench of death floats the morning breeze, In faces of starving children I hear their pleas. I see their swollen bellies and extremities so gaunt, Visual images of squalid habitat that always haunt. Many invade our country merely seeking a better life, To escape sure starvation or internal strife; But others come to kill and with drugs destroy, With covert agendas and dogmas extremely gory; Deep in my spirit I agonize about what I see, While believing,but for God's grace, this could be me.

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