Lucky/Unlucky

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I stare up at the sky so blue,
because there is nothing else to do.
I think about the kids who’s parents are dying,
while I sit there, I start crying.
They have no food or water,
but there is constant slaughter.
These kid’s live in strife,
just think that you are lucky for you have a life.

This poem was written/submitted by Gidget.