Face Of The Poor * Poem by James McLain

Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.
Children helping children that are grown no more.
They know something that the real
somebody's know nothing of.
Ashamed I am and full of some others guilt.
when I see them thus
stiring the pot for each other.