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In the Early Traffic Hours
Contributed by
ammar
on
Monday, 2nd April 2012 @ 08:11:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The signal turns red:
The traffic eventually comes to a standstill
On the wide avenue.
From the footpath emerges a frail young girl
Eight, perhaps
In ragged clothes and worn-out slippers,
With coarse skin;
Her infant brother tucked under one arm,
The other outstretched;
She taps the window of the nearest car:
Routinely expectant
A careless shake of the head in reply.
On she moves,
Reiterating the clichd words, and pleading;
But no response
She could very well have not existed
Now the girl persists
And gets rebuked by the irritated driver
For she repeatedly
Touched his car with her dirty little hands.
She jerks away
And hurries on towards a 4x4,
Gets onto her toes
Merely to be visible from within the front w
The signal is green again.
The vehicles surge forward and honk her way
Onto the same footpath:
Its a usual start to another long day.
The apathy
A helpless child treated so cruelly
But were she rich,
She wouldve been admired for her fine hair
Or the deep eyes.
Is it her fault then that shes born
Deprived, destitute,
Twice below the poverty line?
Copyright ©
ammar
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2012-04-02 08:11:45]
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Re: In the Early Traffic Hours
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by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 18th September 2016 @ 07:50:06 PM AEST
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sad but true
some humans always judge and demean the ones
who are in need and it is shame,
well done. |
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