by Triana Rathads

Created on: April 03, 2009   Last Updated: August 05, 2009

A million silent voices

Crying in the sun

Starving for attention

I am not the only one.

Bloated yet skeletal

Dead, but still alive,

Invisible and forgotten,

How DO you think we thrive?

The lens shows my humanity,

Yet I have no place to go,

Only ever knowing hunger,

My world moves very slow.

We wait so very patiently

For the trumpets from above

And we will have salvation,

And feel a wondrous love

And I will die a child

In the arms of His dear son.

Do you think I WANT attention?

For I am not the only one.

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