by lesliejyh Thank You Readers and Writers! Thank You Commaful!
At the Corner of a Street Is a Child
A Child So Pretty as Princess She's Wearing a Dress Like Rag She Got No Shoes Nor Money To Buy One
She Got an Eyes Clear as Water
She's So White, She Look So Pale Her Face and Body are So Slim Her Nails and Foot Looks Dark, Maybe Because of Dirt?
No One Look at her nor Glance at her
No One Help Her Nor Ask Her If She's Hungry or If She Felt Sick All are So Busy, So Busy Making Money, Busy Eating So Busy Talking and Smiling To Each Other, Busy Laughing
The Child at the Corner Closes her Eyes
The Child Died With A Tears On Her Face The Child Died Because Of Sepsis The Child Nails and Foot are Dark Because Her Blood Was Infected
If Only Someone Look at her or Even Glance at her
If Only Someone Asked Her If She Felt Sick If Only Someone Hold Her Even For A Short Time If Only Someone Sat With Her Even For A Little While
Maybe the Child at the Corner
Won't Died With A Tears On Her Face Maybe The Child At The Corner Won't Die