ADD TO POEM 2 IS AN EFFORT MADE BY THE FOLLOWING WRITERS:
CHRIS FRAZIER
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
GEORGE BURKE
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
WORD VANGO
TONSCHER01
JO THOMAS
SHEFALI ARORA
KUDOS FOR A SUCH A LOVELY POEM!
WHICH DIRECTION TO GO?
She sits on the platform
A piece of bread she eats
Breaking it into crumbs
Chewing as if it was a grand meal
She shares her crumbs with the birds
Surrounding her
For a meager bite
Her day is like any other
Grey,with a chance of hunger
Cold,with a chance of misery
As she sits on the platform waiting
For a train she can't afford
Rail travel the preserve of rich men
She has never left her district
Her hunger is no game
But that hunger bites
So this bread is a feast
That's why she sits here daily
Begging the world for a change
The changing world feeding in the street
Flattened by the car tire
So for a seat on the wire
To where her hunger leads
Whichever way wire or dead
On the street
Who will know?
Flying high
Flying low
Risking life
No direction to go!
A way to turn from
Reality has but one option
Ahead..
But no option could satisfy
The answers she craves to know
Her destiny is not an accident
She was forced to go with the flow
She was born on a waiting list
Her path mapped out
A prisoner of her family status
She envied their freedom
Though emancipation would never be hers
it was not that kind of world
She would always be the underdog
But she knew this could never be changed.
Though change was what she dreamed of
And beautiful dreams they were
Utopian wonderlands,where pure clean rivers flowed
No one could take her dreams from her!
Her day suddenly brightened like after a dark storm
As her dreams supplied her with a smile
She might be a second hand citizen
But she would show them...
Tears roll down her face
Cheeks as red as an apple
No smiles from her today
As she walks towards a church
To praise heaven before her
Flight finally taken to place
A destination fleeting many miles
Weary wings rest,her nest embraced!
CHRIS FRAZIER
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
GEORGE BURKE
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
WORD VANGO
TONSCHER01
JO THOMAS
SHEFALI ARORA
KUDOS FOR A SUCH A LOVELY POEM!
WHICH DIRECTION TO GO?
She sits on the platform
A piece of bread she eats
Breaking it into crumbs
Chewing as if it was a grand meal
She shares her crumbs with the birds
Surrounding her
For a meager bite
Her day is like any other
Grey,with a chance of hunger
Cold,with a chance of misery
As she sits on the platform waiting
For a train she can't afford
Rail travel the preserve of rich men
She has never left her district
Her hunger is no game
But that hunger bites
So this bread is a feast
That's why she sits here daily
Begging the world for a change
The changing world feeding in the street
Flattened by the car tire
So for a seat on the wire
To where her hunger leads
Whichever way wire or dead
On the street
Who will know?
Flying high
Flying low
Risking life
No direction to go!
A way to turn from
Reality has but one option
Ahead..
But no option could satisfy
The answers she craves to know
Her destiny is not an accident
She was forced to go with the flow
She was born on a waiting list
Her path mapped out
A prisoner of her family status
She envied their freedom
Though emancipation would never be hers
it was not that kind of world
She would always be the underdog
But she knew this could never be changed.
Though change was what she dreamed of
And beautiful dreams they were
Utopian wonderlands,where pure clean rivers flowed
No one could take her dreams from her!
Her day suddenly brightened like after a dark storm
As her dreams supplied her with a smile
She might be a second hand citizen
But she would show them...
Tears roll down her face
Cheeks as red as an apple
No smiles from her today
As she walks towards a church
To praise heaven before her
Flight finally taken to place
A destination fleeting many miles
Weary wings rest,her nest embraced!
