A Plaintive Cry WRITTEN BY SONDA ROSE JARDINEL
I found myself staring at this busy street. I look around, and despair is what I meet. I can’t utter a work, I stand still with my feet. I see sorrowful faces, and pain shed beneath. I saw a little girl asking for alms, Yet nothing is placed on her tiny palms. She just flashes her smile full of bright charm As if free of burden on her shoulders and arms. On the other side of the street, There’s a mom that cries and weeps, Her child hung herself. She shouts and cries, she cries for help.
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Another scream caught my attention For there’s a guy who made an action. “A thief!” “ A thief!” said by the vendor, Then the man hurriedly went out the door.
