Patrick Semansky
By
Blanca Alicia Garza
The Forgotten
Which is their fault?
if all they want
is the same things
as any other child?
Learn and play
live without fear
food on their tables
and a roof to feel safe
Innocent souls
with apprehension and
sadness in their eyes
still, kind and sweet
with the purest of hearts
They don’t know selfishness
and will share what they have
even if only a piece of bread
they will cut it in half
They are happy
playing with a block
of wood on the ground
while your ungrateful kid
is crying for not having the
latest model of cell phone
While you are taking
pictures of your expensive
meals or clothes
they went to sleep
with their stomachs empty
This world is unfair, selfish
full of empty people.
No child deserves
to be the forgotten.
Lost Child
Where will children play?
All this technology
we have placed in their hands,
No more rainbows or
smiley face drawings,
their little fingers
upon marshmallow
clouds. They used to play
in dirt with marbles but
that’s history. The
parents both work to give
them food for their stomachs
and a roof to keep their heads
dry but who helps their minds
grow? They are now watched
over by nice shiny flat screens.
A parent’s love and kisses become
hugs from the TV or computer
Teddy bears, dolls and
little racing cars forgotten
in a dusty corner of their closets.
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