5 things in our house
I see dead people everywhere
A fifth world country
Poor,forever to be
Little nina is in tears
sold to a farm for food
a victim of human trafficing
nothing to seek
the baby just born
eaten for a meal
no hope anywhere
dying for what we take for granted
breathing is a gift
yet we do nothing to help
we overlook them always
all we need to do is to give a hand
