"pforr" poems
A mother’s limited knowledge of food choices,
You can hear the kids’ voices,
They want food,
Screaming are the broods,
They seek healthcare
The little scared children.
They could not afford to feed them properly as babies,
And cannot afford it now, the ladies.
“We are begging the government,”
The worried mothers say.
The widespread poverty,
Lack of public safety in the North,
Guns are everywhere,
And violence is getting worse,
All contribute to
The plight of mothers
Who want their children to be happy like others’.
“We are begging the government,”
The worried mothers say.
Poor infant development,
Premature death,
Babies gone before they took a breath.
Kids are not being vaccinated,
And bad conditions are created.
Malnutrition,
All affect mothers and their
Precious offspring.
“We are begging the government,”
The worried mothers say.
PforR,
The British government,
And PATH,
Put all of their efforts to make sure
Kids are being treated.
But still,
Healthcare providers the country leave,
And mothers are left with no relief,
With no regret of leaving millions of starving kids,
They fly to the beautiful turquoise skies,
In order to get one more dollar an hour,
They think it gives them power.
“We are begging the government,”
The worried mothers say.
The mothers don’t give up,
They want to be educated,
Money has to be donated.
With only technology, they can do it.
The access, the supplies, the needed budget, and commitment,
Will help children get the best treatment.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC