From Where I Stand

Through a window, the blue bird calls.
Baby bunnies, mommies gone.
Through my window, there is a lost fawn.
From where I stand.

Through an ally, the stranger cries,
A poor boy with tears in his eyes,
Never enough for one to eat.
From where I stand.

Through a gate, a rich boy plays.
A safe place to spend a day.
A ball rolls out of the passageway.
A truck is coming, no one watches him run a stray.
A race to stop a willing boy,
Who dies over a little toy.
From where I stand.

No one’s there to hear a cry, because no one seems to care,
Why?

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