Firestone Friday – Poem III

The poor cry out;
we close our doors for the noise.

The poor plead;
we slam our windows for the sound.

The poor hope for relief;
we clasp our hearts for the burden.

The poor die.
They should have said something.


Strong Language



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Author: faithhealthandmusings

When life offers us so rich a bounty of inspiration, how can we help but to reflect in writing all that climbs into our hearts and takes up residence there?

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