Saturday, November 3, 2007
The prompt for this week: Money
Her young eyes beseech without a word
Her palms outstretched and waiting for a coin
She begs for mercy and for money
Depending on strangers to survive
The wealth she earns is kept and tightly guarded
From the vultures with heavy hands and stinking breath
They will take all that she has without a thought
If given a glimpse of her treasure trove
She lives each day for that coin or two
Fighting with other children for people’s alms
When she passes by no one notice
The old eyes in such a young child
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