I turned away a hand that needed help...
Stretched,
Flaccid,
Dejected,
Rejected,
Wilted;
Seeking a gesture of kindness,
Requited by a head looking away
Tilting into another direction;
Opposing were hope was looking~
No hope here:
Replaced by a shadow of its former self
A vessel filled with hopelessness, emptied hope...
That which his soul craves and hungers
The hand I turned away...
Needed help...
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A stroll in the avenues and streets of Bulawayo are incomplete without an interaction with a child of the street, the less privileged, and the needy.
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In this piece, I relieved this daily scenario, thinking about how ignoring them could possibly have an impact on their hope.
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