Plaintive Cry

A Plaintive Cry

WRITTEN BY SONDA ROSE JARDINEL

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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.

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.

I take a glance around, A huge realization hit my head Struggles do have no bound; There’s no room for tears to be shed.

Everyone is shackled by greed. They tend to bend, Selfishness reigns just to live. People in Him, they no longer believe.

Why is everyone suffering? Why do we keep on losing humanity? Why is it so hard to live? Darkness and stillness in all of us creep.

Yet each path we take Leads to different directions. In every step that we make, God gives attention.

There’s a God watching over all, Watching them with unconditional love and pride. Waiting with a key under the mat And a light in the hall with open arms to welcome us home.

GRAPHICS BY JUSTIN

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