By: Bonnie Lane
I
struggle day and night to end this plight.
It just
isn’t right.
You see
many of me.
But you
never have known me.
I
struggle to keep my patience
while standing in line waiting for food,
Waiting for clothes,
Waiting
for shelter,
Waiting for a home
Many
are cold.
Many
are old.
Some
die.
I ask how is
this justified.
I ask when
will it end?
I ask who’s
willing to help? To fight?
and
while I wait for answers…
I
struggle.
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