The Hush Poem by Carol Lee Roy Pointer

The Hush



Somalia - Hungry babies crying
Then the cry is stilled
It is a hush that should be heard around the world
Mothers and Fathers trudging endlessly
'Just a little farther,
We're almost there (to get food)
We don't say, 'hush, baby, don't cry.''
Who will care?
Who will share?
They are our children, too.

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