Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
Orphans lying on the street, while no one sleeps in our empty guest rooms.

Dehydrated dying bodies, while we suffer a plastic bottle problem.

Naked beggars, while we clean out closets for the lack of room.

Sick with no doctor, while we are far sicker with our luxuries.
Oh God.
Please hear me.
Make my life better.
Olivia Ragland
Written by
Olivia Ragland  Greenville NC
(Greenville NC)   
276
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems