Concrete floors, cold and bare,
soiled clothing, but no one cares.
Little children, dirty diapers,
the smell, the stench fills the air.
No soap, no water, no toothbrush to share,
jammed in cages, no room to spare.
No blanket, no pillow, not even a bed,
no place to lay your weary head.
Little souls crying, little hearts bleeding,
daytime prayers bring dark despair.
When suddenly a woman appears,
she said, let’s go, get out of here.
She bows her head, and gives her name,
knowing nothing will ever be the same.
Written by Allen Jack
July 19, 2019