Homeless Of The Defeate by Fallen_Angel

Starvation upon my veins
I'm only five years old
I haven't ate in days
But it's okay
Days pass mommy's here with me to keep me company
As I sit here
Blood suppressed upon my feet scars lay across my legs
I lay here next to mommy's cold dirt covered body that lays suppressed upon the ground dead
Mommy's blood covers my hands while I tried to cover up the cut that lay on her head
Mommy can you hear me
Wake up please
I'm hungry
You've been sleeping for weeks
Mommy please
I shake her slowly
Mommy why are you cold

A peace of her ripped black dress lies in my hand
In a perfect fold
Then I left walking away
In hopes to bring mommy and I back some good
My little muddy barefoot feet against the rocks sharp like blades
God can you here me
While I lay here at their feet
I know mommy's dead
But I wont accept it
I live in a view of deny
This worlds fake, its just another lie
Crumble like dirt upon the devils hands
I lay digging for food, in one's trashcan.
They look down on me
Like I'm a monster laying begging,
Shelters filled look upon me in your deceit
A lower class at your feet
A car running a light
While it hits me,
Mommy I'm bleeding
Run for me mommy please drag me to safety
Mommy can you hear me
Jesus why won't you make the blood stop
As the black scrap of mommy's dress drops
Keep me like a monster on the street unable to eat
Live within your greed
In your desire for your power
So called heaven
I know mommy had lay dead in my arms
Live in your salvation
In your "free America"
While children die
Cause it cost too much for their lives
In a belief of a lie
Hello, Jesus I'm your child are you there
You died for thee sis
While I'm here begging to be taken
I'm another left imbedded in mistakes
After I die to reveal in their heart
Funded by the dement ion of agony
To build their bridge of greed
Mommy, why do the bombs drop upon the homeless as thee fight their so called enemies

The devil runaway
To a place inside their heart
Kill another live in your war
Fight to cause one agony
While you torches minds with your shadow
People run to me in a hurry
Finally they see me
Bury my under your throne of greed
Under your rope that binds me to these streets
Bury my under your rope of agony

Lorena P. Silva (24.205.215.221) -- Wednesday, October 14 2009, 07:22 pm

Homeless of the defeate
I love your poem I no words can express.
I would like you permission to copy and share with others.
I also have a story a bout a homeless friend I had and I wish to some day make a poem but im not really a poetry. Do you think you can write a poem for me?

Best regards

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