Third World

Other Countries

They cry as they

walk down the

dirt covered streets,

there are diseases

they are all dying from.

No food to eat,

no clean water to drink,

they need other people ,

to help heal their savage,

war torn country.

The food we send over,

isn't enough,

they need medicine

to live another day.

The people in the

third world countries,

need to know,

they aren't forgotten

and dying in vein.

Copyright Cynthia Jones


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about people in the third world countries. We need to help them as much as we can.

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Katrina Ann's picture

I like your attitude =)
it should be "vain" not "vein" though ... but that's only a little mistake so nice piece!!