The boy stands there
Hand open,
Heart broken
With an empty stomach
But full eyes
The little boy stands there
Eyes gazing,
Tears streaming
His hand stayed put
Yet, his thoughts of hope
Began to drift.
The boy stands there
Not little anymore
Empty and alone
Lost with no hope,
That the world would understand
The world reaches for his hand
Yet, it is too late
The little boy is gone.
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The Boy Who Stood There
PoetryDiscusses the painful reality of the violation of the 25th Human Right that people experience everyday. (the right to food and shelter)
