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Sally A Bayan Apr 2017
Pity him, or her...pity them
Pity those victims of devastation
And infestations
And molestation
Pity the children...those abandoned babies
But it is not enough...
Please...do something beyond pity.

Pity those in extreme poverty,
Suffering from incapabilities...
Pity those with agonizing hearts
Because of missing body parts
Marred, disfigured, debilitated
Physically,
Emotionally
Psychologically..
But, it is not enough
Please...do something beyond pity.

Pity even those with aching hearts
Devastated, with broken hearts
Who find it difficult to heal
Believe again, a cruel world, so real.

Be guided,in reflecting,
There are others more deserving,
Beware of those who are self-serving
Know who are in most need of caring
Know that, beyond pity, there's more to be done
Much can be done...If we all try to be one.


Sally

Copyright April 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#abandonedbabies #abusedchildren #molestation #devastation #incapabilities #pity #npmimportant
Hannah Mary Aug 2014
why does God ******* the lives of people who never got one single breath of normalcy?
the people who never got a chance to learn how to walk with their own two vestigial feet that dangle beneath them
that never got to speak with their own tongue that sleeps through the days and nights between their two jaws
their two jaws that try so hard to rotate and clench
rotate and clench
rotate and clench

This is for the people
who are physically incapable
of doing anything for themselves
because their bones aren't strong
or their brain is not grasping the world.
it tears my heart into shreds
shreds that are now buried beneath my heart and have became afloat.
knowing that you never got a chance
to be like me
I'm living for you.
I am writing this for you
whether your brain can perceive this or not
I am feeling for you
everything there is to feel.
I am seeing
everything there is to see.
this is for you, darling.
brought myself to tears. this is a poem for the beautiful girl sitting across the room at dinner tonight. in her wheel chair.
she had some type of bone defect. I wrote this for her. she won't ever see this, but it's for her.

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