a public service annoucement…

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the following poem
contains graphic
references to
children
being abused
and
dying
because of neglect
you may
wish to
turn away
or surf over to
the three-hour
results show of
dancing
with the stars
or
any one
of a number
of mind-numbing programs
but
the children
will still be there
waiting in full view
just outside your door
so it is recommended
that you stay
indoors
for the duration
it shouldn’t
be too long
since
they’re
already
starving

take heed how ye hear…

the ringing
in your ear
in the dead of night
is a whispered prayer
of a dying child
faint waves of sound
set in motion
by thin pale lips
drying in the blistering
heat of war
thirsting for a taste of hope
finding only the vinegar
laden sponge of desperation
on a lance of promises
by store front martyrs
listen
they are
calling
to
you