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Under the bed

Under the bed

Under fed

Under weight

Under nourished

Forgotten never seen

 

Out of sight

Out of their minds

Out of food

Out there in the great beyond

Undefeated

Full of courage

 

Some barely living on grass

Hanging on by a  t h r e a d

Left behind

Left for dead

Left hidden under the bed

 

Drawn out

Sketched to the world’s attention

By somebody else’s report

Short sharp snappy

To the point

Left hidden under somebody else’s bed

Left to be filed

Until the next time

Left

       For

             Dead 

written having seen a recent article about some people in a town eating grass which is about to be relieved in Iraq

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Martin Elder

Thu 9th Jun 2016 08:20

Thanks Andy it was one of those that I wrote very quickly as a reaction to what I had seen.

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Andy N

Mon 6th Jun 2016 13:00

very good martin. good beat in this poem

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Martin Elder

Sat 28th May 2016 21:14

Thanks Rose much appreciated. I think that is so true when you say 'there for the grace'

Cheers Nigel

muffled lost souls
sold out to feed
anothers pride
anothers ideal of what life should be like
not the life they would choose

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Nigel Astell

Thu 26th May 2016 10:58

Human cries
blowing unheard
as cruel
death winds
sway feeble
grass stems
they eat.

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Tue 24th May 2016 22:41

"there but for the grace" will always sum up the appreciation of how lucky we are not having to walk in their shoes.

well written Martin.

Rose.x

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