Empty Pockets

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the drips from the plastered shield above echoed loud into buckets like rain
the growls of the children roared to be silenced with crumbs from the grains
the shallowness of the starving piggy was burning a hole
the collection of bills and lack thereof bucks
smelled like pennies that stank from the coins they had rolled
their knees they had prayed, and their hands they had begged
but his wallet was empty as cheques bounced in his head
with mouths left to feed and no shoes to their feet
they wanted so deeply to meet all their needs
the cash from the trees – non-existent like leaves
that had fallen like pour – drops that covered the floor
the pot filled with gold – but a bucket of rain
as they emptied their pockets and paid with their pain
their life it was hard, but their love it was strong
with tears in their eyes they still vocalized song
the branches now grown and their bellies are full
and they know deep within they did all what they could

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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