Friday, February 3, 2012

Trash Poem

The repulsive black bags lay all around

the grimy children

as they pick their way through one by one

hoping to find something

to make their lives much less burdensome.

The children look

as if they didn’t know what a bath was,

covered in dirt, dust, grease,

and human waste.

Most wish they could have a normal life one day

away from the giant black bags

and storage containers they call home.

No comments:

Post a Comment