Listening

I paused
a while
to listen,
and watched
the world
go by.

Over the noise,
its endless
din,
I heard
a child’s
mournful cry.

It was
a sad,
an empty
weeping,
for love,
a crust
of bread.

Who
will tell
this forlorn
waif,
that hope,
that dreams
are
dead.

Too young,
too innocent,
too new in world,
to understand,
the cold
sad
reality,
of man’s
inhumanity
to man.

I paused
a while
to listen,
and watched
the world
go by.

Over the noise,
its endless
din,
I heard
a child’s
mournful cry.

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