Walk on by
The park
Walk on by
The house of God
Walk on by
The bookstore
Walk on by
The road to success
Walk on by
The road to freedom
Because it is available
To anyone that wants it
So if I
Walked on by
Where you
Were standing
Would you
Curse me too
Anguished stares and pleading eyes;
beg for food with empty bowls.
And abject poverty thrives,
as death stalks forgotten souls.
Foul odors cling to the air;
as hunger develops claws.
And the pain is hard to bear;
when starvation bites and gnaws.
Bellies growl at passersby
while the weak stumble and fall.
But hard hearts ignore their cry;
and cripples are forced to crawl.
At night, alone with their fears,
sleep morphs into nightmare screams.
For young faces etched with tears;
find no happiness in dreams.
Their treatment is inhumane;
yet people still walk on by.
And subjected to disdain;
these children are left to die.
life passes by
changes quickly like
the green grass
and passes like
a fading shadow