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[aid] => mick
[title] => Heroes Without Medals
[time] => 2010-05-07 04:15:46
[hometext] => For the street kids, orphans, war orphans HIV/AIDS victims…and for nobody Be strong for a better tomorrow Written on 17 Feb 07
[bodytext] => Give me a pen to utter that which no one Has dared to say! Why? because the world Ain’t a better place to live no more? Who cares for the children running the streets? Those living in the gutters of towns, cities. Nobody Me not me. I am just ineffectual as their Parents who left them I could have done more But do I have the guts, the will to do it? Maybe This is a poem to all those who have in their lives Known nothing but the cans and bottles they pick from To them life is in a bottle, a can A can of life, Bottle, bottle of life Who made them? God? No don’t blame him, he made man Adam and Eve. Adam the father, Eve the mother Take care of your seeds he said Are they doing it? The world that is has seen fighters, But there wrong. They are looking forward at Lincoln Eisenhower, Kofi Annan, but they are wrong. Look behind you. There! They are the fighters of this world Heroes without medals, heroines without gold Gallant leaders in their regimes Regimes without power. But they are fighters Not freedom fighters, like Gandhi But fighters for life People say they are villains, but I don’t blame them Make a villain a friend he becomes vise versa A person Take care of him, give him a roof And you’ll call him friend The world call them names, “street kids” But who ever called you names for being were you are If my mind serves me right the Bible says ”we are all equal before the eyes of the Lord” Or did I read it upside down. No I haven’t. Then somebody Between you and me got it all wrong They are just but people with hearts, People who had their destiny chosen for them A destiny so gloom and full of cans All they need is a chance to live A chance to survive away from the cans, bottles Give me another moment to say it more For I am out of ink, out of irk For the love of my brothers and Sisters Out there [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 32 [informant] => nobodyJQ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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