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[title] => Dying to Live
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[bodytext] => He pushes the needle in, In his many punctured skin; He disregards the pain When he finds a purple vein For the agony is the ecstasy, That place is his sort of sanity. She stands beneath the street light Half-dressed in silver moonlight Flaunting her youthful flesh A man she soon will enmesh In the snare of unbridled lust, Both lives will thus end in dust. He knows not where his next meal Will come from, perhaps he will steal A loaf to ease the gnawing pain, Or grovel in yellow sand and spilt grain; Either way, ‘tis an undignified choice When no one listens to the poor boy’s voice. She weeps pools of bitter tears As the horror of his death nears; He’s the only son that she’s got But, disease shows no mercy, not a jot As a hot sun beats relentlessly down On all souls in this poor African town. Such is the vast contrast between Those Africans we see on the T.V. screen And those of the affluent West Who live lives with no letup, no rest: Drug addicts dying, yet, intending to “live”; Prostitutes, their bodies for money they give. That boy that scratches for some food Lives a life so very, very crude; He wants to live, yet, will surely die As rulers prefer to turn a blind eye. On mines and bombs their money is spent On genocide they seem hell-bent. That wife who will soon lose her son Would rather see doctors, not soldier and gun; Her son could then have been vaccinated, In a surgery she would have patiently waited, But, not so, priorities are all wrong So, to the grave he will go with a song. How we long for much better times When children will sing much nicer rhymes; “Ring-a-ring-a-rosies” no longer to be heard Just cheerful sounds like from a bluebird And food for thought, and stomachs too, Times when men live in peace and joys accrue. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 21 [informant] => windowguy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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