Category: Writers Block
This is a poem written by a girl who came with us on a trip to Calcutta (or Kolkata) India. I think it is very well-written and captures some of what we witnessed. Do ou agree with me? See what you think:
I dreamed last night of a different place
With tears of sadness upon each face
I closed my eyes and began to see
A little girl like you or me
Unwanted, unloved, lonely and sad
No food, no shelter, no Mom, no Dad.
I dreamed of this girl lying on the ground,
Living in this world, but nowhere to be found.
Nothing to acknowledge this girl was alive
And noone to acknowledge it's their fault, she won't survive.
I dreamed of this girl wanting to be,
To be cherished, to be safe and to be set free.
Free from torture, free from pain,
Free from living in an open drain.
I dreamed of this girl wishing some day,
She'd be a child that could laugh and play.
I dreamed that her worries were of dolls and toys,
And not the hunger of innocent girls and boys.
In my dream I lay and thought,
Of the battle for life that little girl faught
But the next morning I woke guilt free,
For it was only in my dreams, and not in my reality.
And just like the rest I'll turn a blind eye,
And forget about the little girl, who will starve and die.
I'll say nothing and nothing will be said.
And I'll dream of other things when I lie in bed.
By Karen O Connell
It could be for the disabled kids in Bulgaria.
they're just like that.
Stevie
Well done, thanks for posting it.
I can't imagine the poverty I've heard of in Calcuta.
Bob
Thanks, but I didn't write it. I couldn't really imagine it either until we were there.
Chris
try using more punctuation in your sentences. After every line You need a punctuation, and if nothing suits the purpose, try a comma. I also think you shouldn't put the surrname up on here, it's really not safe. Yeah, or else, it's good, very tuching. It's shows the truths in this world.