This is my entry for weekly Wattpad contest #45
MY people, MY American people
You have left me to rot in this God forsaken alley way.
I am just a child, ten years old,
But my cries for food and help were completely ignored.
People I have seen on those outside screens,
MY PEOPLE that I saw on those screens
Were HONORED for helping thousands of lives in Egypt,
But what about me? What about YOUR people?
YOUR brothers and sisters.
MY people, MY American people
You have betrayed me and all of YOUR suffering brothers and sisters.
You have traveled to Africa, India, and Europe too
But why?
To leave YOUR people in such similar positions to suffer when you could have saved them?
Yes you have helped a Foreign people in conditions indescribable,
But you have betrayed millions of YOUR people in such a similar position,
You have left my brother with those men in masks,
My mother abused to the day she perished,
And my sister was ripped from my arms on that freezing white winter day.
To this day, I still hear their cries of terror,
To this day, I still imagine those looks on their, faces whispering, "Why me God? Why me?"
To this day, I still wonder if my family would be here with me,
MAYBE.
If only MY people, MY AMERICAN people had a single thought how helping my family.
How could YOU do such a terrible thing?
How could you not help YOUR own people?
When they are starving and struggling to survive?
When they are kidnapped, killed, and abused?
I am just another of thousands of boys dying in this God forsaken alley way.
I am only a child, ten years old,
Struggling to continue to breath,
Praying for MY people, MY American people to save me and all others from this God forsaken alley way.
YOU ARE READING
MY PEOPLE
PoesíaThis is just the beginning of the story of a young boy, out of millions, who were left to rot by his own people. Although this message is specific to Americans, the theme of this poem is family first. When this theme is read, it may be viewed as sel...
