Christine A Kysely Poet Narrative

Who Will See

Is my laughter
Tempered with disaster
Is my smile discreet?

Who will see behind the brave façade?
Who will notice the hurts unseen?

Who will see the pain in joyful eyes?
Who will hear the fear in laughter?

Who really knows
The troubles through which one goes
Who will actually try and care.

Who will actually try and help
Those who are in pain.

Who will make a stand for those in desperate need
For those who are starving and in the streets.

Will we be a Nation who cares?
Who helps their own
Poor and needy.

Or will we live 
In the denial
That these people need help
That they somehow deserved
To live as less than men.

 
(November 15, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Chasity Larson December 29, 2010 at 3:03 PM I've have pondered the same. I just watched a documentary on the homeless. 80% of these people are moderately to severly mentally ill. Where are all the assisted living facilities for these people? Why are they on the streets instead of being help. They are catigorized as homeless but most are ill. Isn't America about defending the weak and those that cannot help themselves?